My Dad came over this morning. We had coffee and talked about life and books. He says he can’t keep up with what I’m reading. That I start to twitch if I don’t have a new book to read. All. The. Time. That’s not true. They don’t have to be new. I like used books, too.
Last week, I received not one, but three secondhand books:
Six Stories, by Matt Wesolowski. I originally bought the audio version (using an Audible credit). I fould the podcast format hard to connect with, even though I LOVED Serial, etc. I got the paperback in a book swap group I’m part of on FB. It was sent to me by the lovely Clair, who has a review of Six Stories on her blog Have Books, Will Read.
I also got Mischling, which intrigues me on lots of levels, but I’m not ready to read it yet.
I took part in my first Blind Date with a Book thing on Litsy. I received Lost In Austen , and will be passing it on to a friend and Austen-obsessive when I’m finished. I already have said friend in mind. Don’t ask me for the book. Maybe another one, but not this one.
I love when people tell me to read books, and Josy is pretty cool for someone you know, walks for fun.
This was my first Mailbox Monday.
How’d I do?