Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
Well, that’s exaggerated. But the sentiment holds: despite having a plethora of books, including a gigantic pile to skim in order to keep or discard, I feel like I have nothing to read. Or to put it more accurately, nothing that I *want* to read right now.
The new Carla Kelly western historical is waiting on my Kindle and a paper copy of Roberts’s Whiskey Beach is sitting on my kitchen table (better than 50% off with various B&N discounts and coupons!) but neither book appeals at the moment.
I’m about halfway through Scahill’s Dirty Wars but need something lighter to offset it for the moment. Surely there is something — anything — in the massive paper and electronic TBR that would appeal?