I am going to be traveling for the next week, so the blog will be light. There may be a few posts here and there, but nothing regular. I’ll mostly be saving my reviews and such for when I get back.


May the Fourth be with you!

Bloggy Excuses

Guys, I know. I promised that my blogging would be back to normal by now.

I’m sorry.

When we got back from vacation my 16 year old cat was acting very strange, and completely stopped eating and drinking. She got very very sick, and we had to put her down Friday evening. I’d had her since middle school, so this has been a very tough couple of weeks.

I’ve been reading a little bit, but mostly it’s been rereading Patrick Rothfuss, so I don’t have any reviews for you. Anything new I really can’t focus on right now.


I promise, I have a bunch of great books planned soon, I just need a little time. For now, I need the comfort of my favorites, and I’ll come back when I have more concentration.


For those of you who have commented on Twitter and Instagram and Tumblr, thank you. I haven’t had a chance to send everyone personal messages, but I really do appreciate it.



I most likely won’t be posting for the next week, but my Kindle is full, and I’ll be taking copious notes so that I can post reviews of all the books I read when I get back.


Have a great week everyone!


Oh boy. Yesterday was a rough day. And to try and find a book that had to do with “Tickle” ??!!!! Say What??? Even my hubby came in the den with me to help on this one. Which was nice, because it was storming, and there are two windows that open to the west, so we got to watch the rain come in. We definitely had to work to find a book on our shelves that met this word theme though!

When in doubt, go with Shel Silverstein. Especially with youthful words like this. I knew he had to have some kind of poem having to do with Tickle. And he had a few that ALMOST made the cut. And then, I saw the feather, and voila!


From A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein


As I Lay Reading

I am an obsessive reader. To me, books are almost as important as oxygen. I’m sure at some point I “learned” to read, but I don’t remember it. My mom told me that even before kindergarten, she would catch me on the floor upstairs, surrounded by her adult books. I looked up at her once and announced that Mommy should not read this book because the lady in this book was kissing a man that was not her husband. I had no interest in children’s books without chapters. I had no need for the pictures.

Now, I read everything I can get my hands on. My goal this year was 75 books because that’s what I read last year. I’m already to 69, and it’s just March 31. But I don’t write very much about what I read. Sometimes I will mark quotes in my journal, but that’s the extent of it. Once I finish a book, it’s on to the next. I have so many thoughts about the characters, plots, etc while I’m in the story, and I often suffer from “Book Hangover” –It’s a real thing, people!–but then I grasp on to the next book, and the next, and soon I lose what I read previously.

I’ve recently become addicted to Tumblr and have been learning so much about my favorite characters and “fandoms.” It makes me want to dive even deeper into the books I love. I realized I should be writing and analyzing what I’m reading.

I don’t really like the idea of writing strict book reviews. Those are always so boring and I’ll lose the essence of the books, I think. This will probably be more of a stream of consciousness blog. Maybe I’ll hold off publishing the posts until after I finish the book, since I tend to read a couple at a time. Or, maybe I’ll post them as I go…I like the idea of discussion and hearing what fellow readers think.

Maybe, if I get enough coreaders, we’ll start a bookclub. I REALLY like that idea. I definitely want discussion here. Feel free to comment–at least semi-respectfully, please. Let’s see what is ahead!