I can’t even say anything about how much I read in November. I can say nothing cutesy or make any adorable graphics because I READ ONE BOOK IN NOVEMBER. One. Book. This is my secret shame. Winter is usually when I really dig my heels into reading big, hefty tomes and sink my teeth right into the marrow, but for some reason November was just one giant slogging slump for me. I picked up countless books, read 20-30 pages, and discarded them. Nothing would stick when I threw it. It was horrible and irritating and made me feel like a sham of a book blogger.
To make matters worse, I really didn’t like the book I read in November. To make them even worse, it was a book by one of my most favorite authors. What even is my life, and why has 2018 lasted at least three years?
This is what I read in November. I won’t even put stats up for it because I just can’t do it to myself, I’m too embarrassed. December will be better, because I’m 6 days in and have already read one book. At least, I hope it will be better. For sanity’s sake, it’s gotta be.
I just finished Emma In the Night, and will be reaching for something new tonight, but I’m not 100% sure what. I am leaning towards A Curse So Dark & Lonely, but I also very much want to pick up a big honkin’ series and mow it down. “First” books in series I have are:
- The Raven Cycle
- Throne of Glass (library)
- The Mortal Instruments
- ACOTAR (I’ve read book 1 and stopped)
Any suggestions? Let me know, I’d love to hear them! Got to end 2018 with more of a bang than a whimper, and right now it’s whimpering like a depressed puppy who thinks it’s been abandoned when its owner left for work.