I noticed today that certain trees around the house are starting to change, pecans are on the ground, I’m craving chili, and I have a current TBR to match my favorite “dark + moody autumn nights” vibe.
So, here’s what’s up on the reading list:
Last month, I met my goal of (75) books completed for my Goodreads reading challenge. However, after looking back over the listing, I noticed my YA ratio was waaaaaay down from previous years. Honestly, YA Fantasy is probably my favorite genre so it’s surprising to me that I have read more adult contemporary than anything, thus far.
I’ve been reading all the buzz on Ninth House (which is CLEARLY NOT A YA NOVEL, y’all. Sheesh.) but very rarely do I let the masses dictate whether I pick up a book or not. (Frankly, it made me want to read it even more.) I can’t say I fully grasp the “trigger” stance. Guess I’m too conservative-concealed carry-privileged white-female to understand why it’s necessary to label every single book with something derogatory. (Shrug.) It’s literature. That’s what literature has always been about. Pushing the envelope.
If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Don’t suggest it. Don’t talk about it.
In the end, I’m not out to offend or hurt anyone either. If certain topics set you off as a reader, I respect you knowing yourself well enough to acknowledge those things. (High five.)
But I’m still going to read it.
ANNNNYWAY – if you’re still with me after that rant…
I haven’t been this excited about a haul/TBR pile in forever.
Bring on the electric blanket, some hot tea, and let’s go.