The reading pile (so far)

As I was saying on Twitter a few days ago, my reading pile is growing! 😀 In theory, it's a bad thing - books are piling up! Oh noes! I can't see the ceiling anymore! (metaphorically speaking) - but truth be told, the more I store away, the happier I am. I tend to think of myself as a nerdy version of Smaug: all snuggled up in my cave, billion words tucked under my wings and looking for more.

The Meaning of Colour Book Tag

The pile of work to do has become so big that I can't even look at my computer without freaking out, but I really want to be lazy today. Procrastinating is fun, after all. So, instead of being reasonable, I decided to look around for nice book tags. When I found this one on Lynn's Book Blog, I knew it'd be challenging enough to keep me entertained for a long time.

The Neighborhood Division: Stories – Jeff Vande Zande

Isn't it ironic how I keep telling you guys that I'm a quick reader when it took me a while to read a good portion of the books I've reviewed so far? Truth be told, I am a quick reader, at least when I'm inside the bubble of my comfort zone: give me some supernatural baddie, violence, gore and sex --Urban Fantasy has been my jam for the past 20 years-- and I'll read your book in a heartbeat. The rest? I need time to adjust.

Civil War Life – Judy Sharer

I really, really like stories that take place during the 18th/19th centuries - Europe, America, Asia, it doen't matter, any location will do - and it's obvious that Judy put a lot of thought behind her characters. CWL is the third installment of A Plains Life series, but there's plenty of reference or explanations throughout the book that following along is quite easy. To be honest, I'm sorry I coulnd't read the other two before starting this one.

Max and the Spice Thieves – John Peragine

When I was 5, I had my little address book where I'd written down all the people I needed to call in case of emergency. A couple of years later, I had to cook and shop for groceries on my own. At 10, I was obsessed with translating into Italian all the Latin sentences in The Name of the Rose, and I enjoyed doing my best friend's trigonometry homework. If I try to recall memories of me as a teen, I don't think I ever acted like one. I've never been able to be my own age back then, but I sure did love kids and teen literature. Even now that I'm a grownup --sort of--, I still have a soft spot for this kind of stories, so when John Peragine asked me to read Max and the Spice Thieves, I was more than happy to accept.