It’s my birthday and I’ll buy books if I want to. Today, I’m no longer feeling 22. I am officially 23 which sounds alarmingly adult since I still feel emotionally and mentally 18 most of the time. Weirdly, it’s the first time since I was 18 that my brother and I will actually be in the same room on our birthday. I’m used to hogging the limelight after four birthdays apart but I suppose I can share it just this once.
My family are all converging here this evening, but before then I thought I’d share my nout quite presents. My mother kindly gave me some money last month that was to buy something special for my birthday. I was good and bought a geometric skirt from Monki but then I did what any book addict would do and spent the rest on books. Here’s what I got: Continue reading “BOOKISH FINDS: Birthday Books”