b o o k s

I love books. And stories. So, so much. I've had this book in my stack of 'to reads' that is always and forever growing and getting out of hand. And it's so silly...the bigger the stack gets, the more anxiety it gives me. Like I'll never catch up. No matter how good the book I'm currently reading is, I'll wonder what else I'm missing out on. HaHa.

Two nights ago, I finished Wither, which I enjoyed. It's angsty and weird and suspenseful and teeny, which all makes for a good read. But this book.... I'm only on page 52 or so and it's magical! I'm so excited!! I love it when books like this come along!! This has been my favorite since the Hunger Games. And it's on a whole other level. I love YA fiction. Some YA books are actually really good. But then I read something like this and I think...I've been missing out!! Just like I worried I was. Ahh it's all very comical, the way I am about books. I just can't help it. At least I make fun of myself and am fully aware of how bad it is.