One week since my last post! I’m slacking, but I managed to celebrate a birthday and a holiday, head to the lake, and climb two mountains (as seen on Instagram).
Clearly I’m reading, I’m just not reviewing as much. I need to force myself to get on some sort of reliable schedule, but the rebel in me shoots it down every time. One of my least favorite lingering traits from childhood is that I hate doing the things I’m “supposed” to do. I thought you were supposed to outgrow that… Adulting is hard.
This week I’m reading Hallowe’en Party by Agatha Christie (this one may not be finished, not loving it) and Bull Mountain by Brian Panowich (so far, so great – I should devote an entire post to my love of grit lit). I also finished Are You There God, It’s Me, Margaret? and really enjoyed it.
What are you reading?