Writing this the night of Christmas eve and Christmas as a family tradition, we opened our gifts. Yes, we are weird like that. I got The Black Flamingo by Dean Atta, Land of the Cranes by Aida Salazar, The Book of Pride: LGBTQ Heroes Who Changed the World by Mason Funk and His Grandfather’s Watch by N.R. Walker.
Reading-wise, I was surprised that I rated my thrillers higher on average than my holiday/contemporary reads. From my taste view, it tends to be the opposite. I read 623 books which is less than last year, but it’s still good. The largest novel I read this year was To Paradise by Hanya Yanagihara, at 720 pages. Unlike previous years I have no clue what is being released. One more thing I still have to do.
In terms of my life, I don’t know what’s up with housing or when we can move. The thing that is driving me nuts is that I haven’t seen the place. My blog content was all over the place, and the research I had planned for posts had to be dropped. Self-care won over the content. In return, I wrote some thoughts, feelings and stuff I’m going through, even if it was scary. I’m not sure if I posted too much this month, so I would like your opinion.