This is what my Sunday looks like. Books, popcorn and bed. Bliss. (The coffee is just out of shot.) My book: The Shape of Water (I have a new Cop-crush.) Sarge’s book: The Body Snatchers (Which I must read at some point this month. The book-group says so.) Back to it. Happy weekend, all! …
I’ll admit, not a lot of reading has happened in the last two months. I’ve been busy being engaged, drafting a bunch of my own words and getting older. I read six books in January. And seven more whole ones in February and March. These are them: Fante: A Family’s Legacy of Writing, Drinking and Surviving Four to Score Post Office Tortilla Flat The Snow Child High Five The Sense of an Ending And they weren’t even…
Last year, I declared 100 Books Or Bust. After semi-regular updates on my progress, I stopped counting. In the end, I got to the actually painful number 49. 49, I tell you. These were them. This year, I have set the same challenge for myself. But I’m going to be slightly more systematic in posting my progress of reading through the stacks. The ones in the bedroom, in my office, sometimes on the shelves and even in the fridge. I’m…
It would be more than safe to say that I like books. I love books. I greatly esteem books. Sarge says I eat them. I buy clothes when I need them, or every three years, whichever rolls around first. I buy or trade books once a week. And then I go to the library. A few years ago, I set myself a goal to ‘visit all the bookshops in the world.’ Lofty goals are the truest ones. I’ve been doing…
Well. Dead Until Dark was the 45th book I’ve read this year. Not my usual thing, but my brain was buzzing and needed down-time. I had fun reading some choice lines aloud to Sarge, and finished it in a few hours. Here’s a list of all the books I’ve read so far this year. If I finish all the books I’ve got going, I’ll break 50 soon. However. I probably won’t make it to 100 books read this year. I…
