I’m writing this to you from my comfy couch while swathed in unattractive, mismatched pajamas and fuzzy socks.
About 30 seconds after my husband texted the possibility of moving our family to South Carolina, I opened a new tab and began to Google.
Which should come first—book or movie?
I just have too many books on my to-be-read list…and too few years in life!
Tonight, my husband posed one of those husbandly questions that had the potential to take a turn south.
Since I have a few books I’m dying to read, I thought I’d share those most-anticipated titles with you.
I’ve seen cultural references to Frankenstein my whole life, as the monster is a very common figure to emulate, imitate, and replicate. For the life of me, though, I can’t understand how we got it all wrong?
My high-school experience left me with a loooong list of books I woulda, coulda, shoulda read.
Eleanor Oliphant is completely fine. Just ask her. She has a run-of-the-mill office job. She has weekly calls with her mummy. She has a potential love interest. What else does she need?
I realize librarians don’t seem particularly intimidating, but this is where the rest of the world is wrong and I’m right.