I have read a lot this year. Most were good. Some I wanted to throw into a hole. Then throw the hole into the sun. Then throw the sun into a black hole. But there were quite a few that stood out as fantastic, amazing, wonderful, and I will never stop telling people to read. That's what this list is about.
It's December. Christmas is barreling down on us faster than my husband on homemade fudge. (OK, me too.) This week has been a little crazy in the Baldwin homestead. I've been working from home to help my mother in law who hurt her back. Like unable to walk without assistance kind of hurt. It's also invoicing week for work and two major projects were given to me with the highest priority. Very little reading has occurred even in audiobook. But never fear. I'm going to pull out one of my favorite tricks to get some books in this month.
My brain is turning to mush. Today's one of those days when it's hard to wake up and think. So, to compensate, I'm giving you another book tag.
I love my book collection. I love knowing at any given moment I can grab book and enjoy it in my house. The only problem is this. My bookshelf becomes a catchall.
We are at less than two months to 2022. If you're like me, you set a reading goal for the year. I read fifty last year. I set my goal this year for 100. I'm at 107 so far.
I've had a few questions pop up since I announced my 31 in 31 reading challenge. How can you read that many books? Why would you try something like this? Do you get any work done? What is wrong with you? Let me answer those backwards. Lots. Yeah, ADHD is a great tool when you utilize it. Because I like to stretch myself so thin you can see through to my weeping soul. That last one is not so easy to answer.
Are we really talking about November? Already? Didn't these kids just go back to school? Yikes stripes. How did this happen? How did the year slip past us? Again. I mean, I just bought a turkey. That means people are going to be in my house. Lots of people. Good thing there's a bunch of new cozies coming out so I can ignore them all.
There are very few things that make me so happy as books. I love them so much that I started writing them. I was raised in a family of readers. I was raised around books. I was born into it. You may have heard me talk about my brother and my sisters. It may be... Continue Reading →