In the past month, work has slowed down (thank goodness), and thus my head space has expanded so that I can read things that aren’t work-related. This is a big relief in many ways, and I’m happy to report that I’ve been really enjoying what I’ve been reading over the past few months. 🙂

Future plans: Work on completing my so-far under-the-radar Century of Books project. This is an on-going reading focus where I am reading a different book/different author (no repeats) published in each year of the twentieth century (so any titles published within 1900-2000). It’s very casual and rather fun – it’s also expanded my reading as there are some years which are not as bountiful as others, publishing-wise so I have been stretching my reading muscles. I’ve pretty much done 1900-1940, but then have quite a few gaps in the later years. Anyway, quite a fun reading casual thing…)

Anyway, back to reviewing. In October 2015, I read the following:

• My Mortal Enemy – Willa Cather (1926) F (no blog post)
• Readings: Essays and Literary Entertainments – Michael Dirda (2000) NF
• Curtains – Agatha Christie (1973) F (no blog post)
• From Middle England – Philip Oake (1980) NF
• So We Read On: How The Great Gatsby Came to Be and Endures – Maureen Corrigan (2015) NF
• Modern American Short Stories – Philip Van Doren Stein (1943) F
• The Railway Children – Edith Nesbitt (1906) F
• The Queen’s Houses – Alan Titchmarsh (2014) NF

Total number of books read in October: 8 (hooray! Reading slump over and more free time to boot.)

Total number of pages read: 1837 pages (av. 230 pages)

Fiction/Non-Fiction: 4 F and 4 NF.

Library books vs. books I owned (and thus removed from the home abode): 5 library books and 3 owned books. 1 e-books this month. (Total of 26 books off TBR this year.)

Speaking of the TBR pile, I had started a low-key book buying ban a few weeks ago, but I’ve fallen way off that track lately. I have got some new corkers though – expect a post of my new titles to come in the near future.

“I shall read all night and day. I’m a book-drunkard, sad to say.” – L. M. Montgomery.