revealed the cover of Marissa Meyer's third novel Cress. The third installment in the Lunar Chronicles series, this one follows the mysterious girl we met near the end of Cinder and is (as expected) a retelling of Rapunzel. I have become a bigger fan of Meyer's scifi retellings with each entry. Given my unreserved love for Scarlet, I am fairly champing at the bit to get my hands on Cress. A computer hacker trapped in an orbiting satellite? Brilliant. Coverwise, I really do love the whole theme Feiwel & Friends has going on with this series. While Cinder's cover remains my favorite (nothing beats a cyborg leg in a red slipper), I get a little thrill from each one. Which cover is your favorite?
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