I still need to finish nine books before the end of the year. Yeah, that's N-I-N-E in the next 22 days. And yes, that means I have finished a total of zero books since last I posted about this. Gah. Shut it. But I have been reading. In fact I am over half way done with this really dreary novel about a dead woman, that I'd love to be done with, but won't let myself quit. Partially because I don't quit books. Mostly because I need NINE more books and I've already invested a week into this thing. We don't have much free time this weekend, but I'm hoping to buckle down and power through this horrible book.
Oh, and while I'm at it, I've also been toiling through Wuthering Heights. For some reason I was expecting something a bit more like Jane Eyre. But this book is painful. Combine it with the ghostly novel and I feel there's a draft in the room and far too many dead people making small talk in my subconscious.
PS - If you're wondering why I've been silent, please consult the post directly below. But guess what - I just sent out my second interview team of the week. Boom. :)