Rather embarrassingly, the mr got it 100% right a couple of weeks ago as we left Half Price Books; "You have a voracious appetite for books," he said. "But lately it doesn't seem to matter if they're good or not."
So, so true.
Here is the stack of books I recently removed from my nightstand:
-The Madonna Creek Witch by Jacqueline la Tourrette (I tried so hard to find a picture of this book's amazing gothic cover but could not; this book should have been awesome but was not)
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Prodigal Summer by Barbara Kingsolver (have read this many times in the past and expect to read it many times in the future)
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The Worst Day of My Life, So Far by M.A. Harper (was not nearly as good as I remembered)
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Picture Perfect by M.E. Cooper, which I link to so that you can look at the photos of other books in the series to understand (I read this because there was a library weeding sale and it was all the books you could fit in your bag for $1, so I got two of these sort of as a joke; it felt like it was written by and for an eighth grader and I finally made myself skim the last 50 pages the other day because I was irritated that it was taking up one of my favorite bookmarks (I know))
-Spiderweb for Two, which I am not linking to because the most recent editions make me sad; they are modernized to appeal to a new generation of readers, I know, but it's too much for me to accept, especially since the books are so clearly and firmly set during World War II.
-Two books by Susan Andersen,
All Shook Up and
Head Over Heels, which, Lord help me, I have just discovered is the first in a series or something resembling it? One of these came from the library sale and the other from Half Price. I have no shame.
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Summer Sisters by Judy Blume, which was really good and made me cry
-about five of the
Georgia Nicolson books
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Druids by Morgan Llywelyn, which also came from the library sale and was exactly what it sounds like until suddenly it was about druids fighting to keep Gaul independent of Caesar?
I think that's it. I know. My nightstand isn't even that big. I had to remove these items to make room for
The Little Lady Agency by Hester Browne, which, agh, also turned out to be a very enjoyable read and also the first of a series which I think will end with the release of the fourth book in May of 2009. Why do I do this to myself? This is why I don't read WIPs.
Also on my nightstand, then, is its successor,
Little Lady, Big Apple. A+ to both.
Last night I started something I thought would be light and fluffy but actually turned out to be terrible and an awkward treatment/presentation of Wicca, so I put it down and today read about 150 pages of
Good in Bed by Jennifer Weiner, which I distinctly remember scorning about five years ago when a coworker read it as summer fluff, which is exactly what I am doing right now.
I don't know what's wrong with me. I also don't know why I just wrote 760 words about what I've been reading. I guess I wanted you to know!
In other news, we got the dog a new bed and I felt sentimental about throwing out his old bed so I threw it in my office, and now my cat lives on it almost full time.
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