Normally, I keep my reading stats to a quarterly update. There’s a few reasons for this.
One, I read a lot, but not nearly as much as I want. I feel bad about that.
Two, I read more than a lot of people. I feel like a freak at times.
Three, I think I read to much.
Four, there’s good ol’ Albert, confirming my worst fears.
But! When you have month like I did in April, I feel like boasting:
After all fourteen books in a 30 day month is just over 2 days per book. And not a single review either. Here’s why:
- Dark Tort by Diane Mott Davidson: A re-read. I needed an audio book, like Goldy the caterer. This worked. I’ll probably jump back into this series at some point.
- The Reversal by Michael Connelly: I’m loving these, but it made me want to go back to the first Bosch book.
- Guardians of the Stone by Anita Clenney: I was taught to be polite. This book wasn’t for me.
- The Black Echo by Michael Connelly: Hey, there’s the first Bosch book.
- The Black Ice by Michael Connelly: And look! Here’s the second one.
- Dead Beat by Jim Butcher: Seriously, if you don’t know how I feel about Harry, well, read my thoughts about him (and a few other fictional characters) in my Valentine’s Day post
- Proven Guilty by Jim Butcher
- White Night by Jim Butcher
- Small Favor by Jim Butcher
- Turn Coat by Jim Butcher
- Changes by Jim Butcher
- The Haunting of Maddy Clare by Simone St. James: It was an okay ghost story and compelling at the end.
- The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins: TBD. I’m finishing the series first.
- Allegiant by Veronica Roth: Bethany beat me to this series and suggested that I check it out. I finished it late on 4/30 (sneaking under the dead line!). As I finished the last 50 pages, my husband kept trying to talk to me. I kept looking up groggily, ripped from the pages of the story. At the last 25 page mark, he tried for the last time. It went something like this:
- Hubby: “Hey, Stacie, did you see–wait, are you crying?”
- Stacie: “Leave me alone.”
- Hubby: “Why, are you hurt or is it your book?”
- Stacie: “Yes.”
- Hubby: “Is it really that sad?”
- Stacie: “Yes.”
- Hubby: “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Carry on.”
And it was. Reading the last of it was moving. I’m still processing everything that happened.