I am a poor reader, although I genuinely wish I were better at making time for books in my life. I owe my 2 year old a big part in all the books I have read in the past years. Most of the adults books I’ve read lately are found in the culinary section of bookstores.
This daunting possibility that a book might not be to my liking sorts of nips it in the bud most of the time. I like when people gift me books they’ve liked because it reassures me it is worth my trying to fit the reading in my day.
So here they are, those books that will remain on my bookshelf at our next “minimalistic” stroke, when we will next want to donate everything and declutter our lives.