Too big for my britches
So, because I've been nailing 2015... reading-wise (not so much diet or exercise or life-plan wise), I think I recently got wayyyy too ambitious.
I'm reading Selected Letters of Dawn Powell for my challenge...
I'm listening to Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer...
I took out Horrorstor (too lazy to figure out umlauts) by Grady Hendrix...
I took out Delicious Foods by James Hannaham...
I just picked up The Turner House by Angela Flournoy from my hold at the library...
And on my way home tonight, I'll be picking up The Fair Fight by Anna Freeman from my hold at the library...
(all of which are only 14 day lends due to their new book status)
And on top of all of that, I'm supposed to start Home by Marilynne Robinson as a continuation of my Gilead readalong with An Irreverent Escapade.
And let's not mention the fact that I have a gift card to my local indie that is burning a hole in my pocket.
I may have miscalculated how much free time I have given that pesky "I have to work to feed my face" thing and that whole "responsible for another human life" deal.