Have you ever fallen so very, very far behind that you realize you will never catch up? And you get really, really stressed out and want to curl up in a ball in your bed and...read a book?
I have read six books since my last post.
I was seven books behind at that point.
And people keep handing me books. Lovely, lovely people who say, "you like reading. Here, read this thing. I loved this thing. I think you'll like it," and half of me says, "WOW, you are so wonderful! I DO love books, and I do love YOU and I'm sure this will be fantastic!" while the other, saner, less nice half of me goes, "NO THANK YOU. I love you BUT I have a to read list that is literally a mile long and I don't think I will ever read this book."
I have so many, many books I want to tell you about. And so many homework assignments I should be writing instead. And as much as I dearly love procrastinating, I just can't bring myself to write other things when I have such important items I actually need to write.
But I so desperately want to tell you about some of these books I've been reading. So I might start posting some very short posts.
For now, I will leave you with this oh-so-delightfully depressing thing I found on Pinterest.