They say the first step to recovery is admitting it…so I am just going to come out and say it: this month was 31 consecutive days of over-reading, glomming and bingeing on authors that I insta-loved. In other words: single-author book bacchanalias.
Month: October 2016
Artistic License, Elle Pierson, (or New Magic Unicorn Author and Most Epic of Nerd Flails.)
I am just going to be completely honest here and tell you that this should be in NO way considered a thoughtful and impartial critique of a book.
Essays in Love, Alan De Botton (Or when souls are camels and therapy for Madame Bovary…)
This month’s TBR challenge from Wendy the Super-Super Librarian (I say it twice because she is like Awesome Squared) was Paranormal/Suspense…Just in time for, (if you follow it) Halloween.
Confession: I’ve never followed it. That’s not to say I don’t believe in it – because, evidentially it does empirically exist, but rather, my family, and thus myself, have never celebrated it, so it doesn’t really register on my life-scale. (I cite previous occasions referencing Puritanical-Baptist-Soul-Portion.)
Project Montgomery: Emily of New Moon (or I want a cat named Saucy Sal too…)
The framing and lens of childhood is a peculiarly unique thing. Thoughts, experiences and world views are constrained by a lack of knowing and conditioned by only a few powerful influences.
