I finished that weeks ago, and to make matters worst, I only finished my current bedmate last night. Last night and it completely slipped out of my mind. WTF.
Quite early in the year, I have done well, reading three books, incredible ones at that: The Silver Linings Playbook, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and the correct answer to the above question, Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain.
I enjoyed reading these books and I’m quite puzzled why I haven’t written about them, why I’m not as enthusiastic about sharing my reading in general actually. Am I really becoming that lazy? Holy fuck.
Clearly, I don’t want a repeat of last year, having a significant back log in reviews – that’s just depressing. I don’t know, my reading bone might be broken, or something.
Somebody call a doctor.