Every year I make a special treat for my Mom in honor of Mother’s Day. This makes me a good daughter. Now here’s the awkward part. I eat it; she doesn’t. Sadly, I am not able to celebrate with my Mom on Mother’s Day, but I will make her this lovely, delectable dessert the next time I see her. After all, I am mostly a good daughter!
I have a love/hate relationship with unreliable narrators. Sometimes they make a story and sometimes … it’s annoying. This month, one worked for me and one really didn’t. And yes, I only read three books this month. I already feel awkward about this so let’s not dwell on that fact but instead note that 2 out of 3 books had unreliable narrators, which is still a majority. The romance book was also my favorite so all in all: it was a weird month.
I call them guilty pleasures because there is a small, teeny tiny part of me that is … maybe … embarrassed about my love for them. Perhaps, they were cool years ago but my love remains deep and true, long past their fresh date. This does not shame me but … I ain’t necessarily proud about it either. They just are. Ya know?
I actually don’t know what volume this really is. It could be six. I think it’s six. But it also might be seven or nine or even four. But probably not ten. 😀 And yes, I’m off my cough medicine. This is just my natural weirdness. Yay me! Because weird is good. Seriously, it’s better than being depressed or anxiety-ridden. Or … crap.
I know what you’re thinking … Tanya, have you lost your mind (again)? Because you’re in LA. By the beach. It doesn’t snow there. And you are right. I mean about the snow in LA thing, not about me being crazy. Ahem. Anyway, it didn’t snow in California but it most definitely snowed in Minnesota during my unexpected trip back home.
Whoa. Seriously, where does the time go because I swear yesterday was March’s Show Us Your Books Day, aka the best day of the month, now it’s already April’s turn. I must also confess that it surprised that I read only five books last month. It feels like I should have read more but apparently I merely thought about reading. Sometimes that happens, where I think I should read but decide to watch TV, snuggle with my cat or stare off into space and think about books instead. Yup, I’m an official #BookWeirdo