This month has been one of waiting. An inordinate amount of waiting: in airports, at bus stops, train stations, in taxicabs; in fact my life over the last few weeks has felt like some fifth level limbo but with extra good books.
Tag: TBR Challenge-Accepted
Anne of Avonlea & the Island PLUS TBR Challenge (or 3 birds…one teeny stone…)
<<TBR CHALLENGE 2017: JULY>> Note: Jane at Greenish Bookshelf and Jackie at Death By Tsundoku are co-hosting the Anne of Green Gables series readalong – totes check out their blogs if you want to … Continue reading Anne of Avonlea & the Island PLUS TBR Challenge (or 3 birds…one teeny stone…)
Sky Full of Stars, Lindsay Buroker, (or what to read now you have finally accepted there is no more Firefly… Le Sigh)
So Wendy, the (I am sure) almost omnipotent and (completely) awesome Super Librarian has Favourite Trope as a TBR Challenge for this month. And I have a trope that is … Continue reading Sky Full of Stars, Lindsay Buroker, (or what to read now you have finally accepted there is no more Firefly… Le Sigh)
Something Different: Tangled Reins, Stephanie Laurens, (or 4 Georgette Heyers in 1…so maybe not REALLY that different…)
My Week: My Month: My excuse for being late with persona augustus Wendy-the-Super-Librarian’s TBR Challenge of ‘Something Different’: True Story. I did actually complete it though. Really Valancy? You broke your cardinal … Continue reading Something Different: Tangled Reins, Stephanie Laurens, (or 4 Georgette Heyers in 1…so maybe not REALLY that different…)
Ain’t She Sweet, Susan Elizabeth Phillips (or the contemporary: clawing its way back into my TBR…)
<<< TBR CHALLENGE: April 2017 >>> The munificent and benevolent Wendy the Super Librarian’s TBR Challenge this month was Contemporary. Just warning y’all right now —— I ain’t be so … Continue reading Ain’t She Sweet, Susan Elizabeth Phillips (or the contemporary: clawing its way back into my TBR…)
Sara Seale (or, in support of the comfort read…)
Not that it really needs defending….but I was having a discussion/argument/wild gesticulating raised voice conversation the other day with a nice-but-snobby-reading-friend (you know you’re not destined to be kindred spirits when someone refers to Anne-with-an-e as ‘that carrot-haired girl with plaits right?’)
My Not So Perfect Life, Sophie Kinsella, (or petty revenge and the dubious rise of glamping…)
Bonjour my pretties.
I have, (it’s entirely possible) complained about our Australian Summers before. So I won’t bore you with long whingy details again – suffice to say it is hot.
So hot.
So unbelievably hot.
