Choosing the next book to read is practically an art form when, like me, you’re surrounded by books.
No, literally. I am surrounded by books. I used to always joke that my bookshelves had started to resemble some sort of gigantic game of Jenga. Well, the joke was definitely on me when my precariously balanced piles of books TIMBERRRR-ed all over the shop the other week.
Now my bookshelves resemble some kind of book fort. I am ok with this.
But having so many books around (and this isn’t even including the 100+ books on my Kindle), makes it extremely difficult to decide what I should pick up next. I know as a YA book blogger in this day and age, I should probably be reading the books that are out now and the authors who are tearing up the best sellers lists. Don’t get me wrong, I love those books as much as the next person but, to me, there’s nothing better than finding a book that only a few people that you know have read.
It’s like being let into a secret club where you and only a select few people know the password. Also, I imagine there’ll be lashings of gingerbeer and some coconut macaroons.
I love history and I love family dramas so when you put the two together and then have Rey telling me how much I’ll love them?
There’s nothing better than a book recommendation, is there? Especially when they come from someone whose opinion I trust and whose reviews make my mouth drop open and I look a bit gormless because they’re so gorgeous and well-written… and also someone who I can quite easily send 10+ emails a day to about moray eels and the colour of my nails.
Here’s my copy which I bought approximately ten seconds after I read her review.
I absolutely cannot wait to get stuck in this. I’m waiting for a weekend where the rain is beating against my window and I have nothing to do except grab a mug of tea, wrap myself in a duvet and get lost in this writing.
Also, I’ve heard there are a few cute boys in it. So there’s that.
Where on the shelf?
OK, it’s technically on my shelf… but I’ve run out of proper shelf space so it’s in my pile of “Must. Read. Soon. No. Seriously. Jo.Read.The.Damn.Book” books.
Have you read this series? Do you love book recommendations as much as I do or would you prefer to be let loose in a book shop and find your own way? And, most importantly to stop me feeling guilty, are your bookshelves in this kind of state too?