This wrap-up might be two weeks late but I can at the very least promise you that I did a solid amount of reading. I felt on top of the world at the end of October, quite sure that I had read at least 971 books in the month, but was a little crushed to see it was just eight. But you know what? Eight will do me fine.
You could say that I didn’t get completely out of control in October when it came to books . . . but my haul sure makes it look like I did. I have wonderful excuses to reason why I accrued so many books, though. And if I have excuses, then all is well. Continue reading