My current TBR stack. Stacks, rather, collected from around the house for one brief precarious moment.
Doesn’t it make your heart go pitty-pat? Such a comfy feeling, knowing there’s plenty to choose from the next time I sit down to nurse the baby…
(And how about my super-classy bedside table? Yes, that’s the top of a bar stool you’re seeing. This is what happens when you spend your money on books instead of furniture.)
May Reading Notes
“Sometimes I think p’raps I’m a bird”: Naturalists in Literature
Maybe a Little Bit Intresting After All
And of course after two weeks, I’ve forgotten what I read