Hopefully if you’re reading my blog, it means you like books. Which is great. I like books, too.
But what I don’t like is having to pick out my next book to read when unaided by, say, a University book list or the New York Times bestseller list because I’m really rather bad at it (see the Moriarty disaster from earlier this year as proof). I’ve spent so long reading books I’ve been told to read — and then sneaking not-so-great (but fun) YA lit on the side — that I think I’ve lost a certain amount of confidence in my own taste. That, and I get horribly overwhelmed by the sheer volume of books I should probably read in the course of my lifetime.
So please, I beg of you: give me your book recommendations. Because so long as that awful trilogy remains at number one, I will try to plow through as many suggested reads as I can.