Thank you Carrie for continuing to graciously host our reading community.
Okay. So it wasn't a total bust. I had set a goal for 40 books, because I turned 40 last year. Actually, my 10 year old suggested it. I thought it was brilliant, since in 2017 I read 30 books. It seemed reasonable.
And then some life happened. I won't bore you with the details, since we are about the books here. But we've made some great memories and had a lot of fun. I've learned lessons along the way. Even my Mr. stood in the kitchen last week and declared at 6:23 AM, "December is kicking our butts!" But we take the good, the bad, and the ugly, and just keep moving forward.
However, as of today, I've read 16 books.
It's okay to giggle. I did too a bit when I saw that.
Here they are:
I loved all my reading for different reasons. But I won't forget hopping behind my teenager as he finished Long Way Down, because I needed someone to talk to about this book! Everybody Always was a timely read, and part of the reason why I didn't get to 40 books-more interruptions!
Here is to 2019! Happy Reading!
Joy!
Kendra