I’ve always considered myself to be a pretty voracious reader. All through childhood, and well into my adulthood, my go-to downtime was always picking up a book and dropping into another world for an hour or two. Last year, I was logging a 2 to 3 books a month (remember my Goodreads challenges?!), and all was well with the Mallory Book Club (like Oprah’s book club, except it’s just me, and I have to pretend that Gayle is my best friend). Cut to this year, and I am barely squeezing in one book a month. I don’t what has happened to me! It’s not like I’m extraordinarily busy, or have lost interest. Dare I say it? I’ve become lazy? Have I flipped the switch and just become a Netflix watching couch potato? I feel dumb saying couch potato. I mean, you can read a book on a couch, but you get the idea! This is a nonsensical rant that just boils down to me turning off Friends and stop complaining about the dumbest personal problem of all time to the internet, so all of this moronic groaning aside, I’d love to hear your book recommendations so I hop back on the reading train with some fun material! I’m thinking of hitting up the library this coming weekend (*cough* and also Target for the new Nicholas Sparks *cough*), and would love to leave with a hefty pile of new adventures!
What are your book recommendations? Help a girl out!