I can count on one hand all the books I’ve managed to read in one day. I don’t even need to count all five digits. It really doesn’t happen all that often unless I find a book that I can’t put down. I did try- the day I started reading Captive Prince I had actual things to do apart from reading. I had a list of things in fact, and there were five or six times where I closed the book and went to do those things but I couldn’t quite shake the story out of my head. It’s easy to sink your teeth into a good book but rarely does a good book sink its teeth into you. Continue reading “REVIEW: Captive Prince by C. S. Pascat”
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”