Our much missed and absolute favorite book reviewer is back – hooray! Jen returns with a review with a difference … rather than one book she considers her stacks. Hay stacks? Chimney stacks? Wrong and wrong again … curious?
This is so weird for me—this feeling of being literally unable to even remember a book that I have read when I sit down to review it for you.
I have read tons and tons and tons lately, but I can’t seem to tell you what any of them were about.
Maybe just telling you what I am reading can count as a review? A little blathering about my stacks?
Excellent choice, thank you.
The downstairs stack is as follows.
Committed by Liz Gilbert sounds good, but I’m not in a “committed” mood at the moment.
Maybe someone has a book about beating something to death with a pan? Kidding. Ignore that.