December tomorrow? How did that happen? When I started recording my monthly readings back in January, it seemed like a year of reading was spread out ahead of me in an endless array of possibilities. Now, there is only one month until it is no longer 2017. How did that happen? That means it’s almost time to tally up how I went for the year. As I look at my bulging to-read pile, I wonder if I can go without sleep for the rest of the year,just to whittle that down to something manageable. But who am I kidding? First, I like sleep almost as much as I like reading. And second, my to-read pile is never-ending. And, in fact, it isn’t a pile at all.
There’s the review pile, which is two shelves in my office,currently home to perhaps books (and, I suspect, likely to grow int he next few days as is wont to happen at the start of a new month). There’s my Borrowbox App on my phone, which has just three unread audio books on it, only because I have a limit of five and I returned two this morning. (if you don’t know about Borrowbox, ask your local librarian. Or ask me.) there’s the pile next to my lounge chair which has perhaps ten books I’ve bought and promised myself don’t need shelving until i have read them. And, in the back bedroom (which I once envisioned becoming my office – ohh how naive is a mother of young adults and a revolving front door), there is a special bookshelf of unread books which I simply must read, and which used to be a pile until it threatened to reach the ceiling and so was designated a bookcase. And that is just my to-be-read pile of books I’ve actually acquired, because I also have lists (several) of books which I MUST borrow/buy and read as soon as possible.
I guess what all this means is that my to-be-read pile is NEVER going to be something manageable. But, you know what? I don’t really mind. because that means that I live in a world filled with wonderful books. And that’s a wonderful thing. But, one of my goals for December IS to tackle the review pile, because there are some titles int here that I cannot wait to read – and share with the world. So, hopefully, my December list, which you’ll have to wait a month for, will be longer than this one. In the meantime, here’s what I read in November.
If you want me, I’ll be curled up with a book, in between all the December madness.
I Just ate My Friend, by Heidi McKinnon
Koala, by Claire Saxby and Julie Vivas
Do not Open This Book Again, by Andy Lee & Heath McKenzie
Rodney Loses It, by Michael Gerard Bauer & Chrissie Krebs
Scarface Claw Hold Tight, by Lynley Dodd
A is for Australian Animals, by Frane Lessac
The Sloth Who Came to Stay, by Margaret Wild & Vivienne To
The Pink Snowman, by Alan Horsfield
How to be Good(ish), by Karen McCombie
Ivan the Terrible, by Anne Fine
Young Adult Books
Gap Year in Ghost Town, by Michael Pryor
Books for Adults
Abundance Now, by Lisa Nichols
The Innovation Secrets of Steve Jobs, by Carmine Gallo
Hello, Goodbye, by Emily Brewin
The Next Big Thing, by Anita Brookner
The Gifts of Imperfection, by Brene Brown
Succeed With Me, by Selwa Anthony