I don’t know about the rest of you, but I love September. If I were still living in Canada I’d be pulling out my sweaters and boots and searching around for my first pumpkin spice latte.
But I’m not still in Canada, and here in Vegas, the weather is nowhere near fall. Whomp whomp whomp.
Anyway, onto the books. Ack! August was not a good reading month for me in terms of fiction. But in terms of non-fiction and getting my act together re my novel rewrite, then it was a total success.
I’ve read widely so far this year: some YA, a couple memoirs, even a holiday romance. But nothing that has blown me away—not in the sense th...