I love books. Real, actual, physical books. Whose pages hold stories within stories, tales of favorite spots and places. I love the smell, the weight, the feel of them in my hand. I am a sucker for a good story, no matter the genre. I’m insanely picky about the state of my books and while I may desperately want you to read the book I just fell in love with, there’s not a chance in hell I’m going to loan you my book. Bygones.
I have a bit of a problem with books. If the story sounds good? I’m buying it. I buy faster than I have time to read. Which leads to half of my bookshelves being filled with books I’ve never read. Books I full intend on reading. But despite having well over a hundred books waiting to be cracked none of them are calling to me right now.
So, tell me Internets, what should I read next?*
*If you tell me Fifty Shades of Terribly Written Porn we can no longer be friends.