They say confession is good for the soul, so here goes. Forgive me fellow book clubbers, the blog has taken over my life and I haven’t started reading the current books. There is a
possibility probability I will turn up when we next meet not having finished the books. (I am in two book clubs so that’s a double dose of confession.)
So readers, if you spot a distracted looking female, holed up in the corner of a coffee shop, madly thumbing through the pages of a book, while simultaneously mainlining on caffeine – that will be moi. Please wave.
Bye for now, I need to start reading. (Note to self: Do not, repeat do not turn on the television tonight.)
Reading: The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot and Mistaken by Neil Jordan.