Adele says. If you haven't stopped in at Persnickety Snark for the last couple weeks then you have been missing out. As part of her Blogger Inquest series, Adele interviewed a group of YA book bloggers about their experiences online. She presented us each with 21 questions and left it up to us to choose the 8 or 10 we wanted to answer most. We took it from there and she's been posting the results. I, for one, have read each interview with rapt attention. I love finding out how people got into blogging and how they go about running their blogs, crafting reviews, and participating in the ever growing book blogosphere. Today's my day and I hope you stop by to say hi, give Adele a little love, and find out how I go about writing a review of a book I'd like to marry if legally possible. See you there!
I haven't wanted to talk about this. With anyone. But I think I probably need to. That like Georgina, I need to use my words to break the curse. I think that like Sam, I need to believe in my cure. So I'm going to talk about it here, and maybe you can help. Since pandemic type things got real in my neck of the woods, I haven't been able to read. I haven't been able to reread . This has (and I am not exaggerating) never happened to me before in my life. I know it happens frequently to most everyone. And I have certainly always been a mood reader. It's not in any way uncommon for me to drift from book to book, from shelf to shelf in my library, until I land upon the right thing. But that drifting tends to occur over the course of a few hours. Not ever does it occur over the course of a few days or, God forbid, weeks. I feel like I'm losing my mind. And, yes, I am fully aware of where this problem likely rates on the triviality scale in the current scheme of