I debated writing about the first two of these three books. I wasn’t feeling it; not because I didn’t like the books, I just didn’t feel like writing about them. I also read them in pretty quick succession. As I was reading The Star-Crossed Sisters of Tuscany, I had the same thought.

As I am sitting here trying to think of how to open this blog, I am listening to the In the Heights film soundtrack. My mom came over this weekend and we watched it on HBO Max.

I will never commit to having only one favorite movie. I know myself too well to do that. I’ll end up changing my favorite each and every time. One time, it’ll be The Sound of Music; another, Guys and Dolls; the next, First Wives Club.

It’s weird to be social again. For over a year, we have all gotten up, gone to work (mostly in our homes), came home (or logged off your computer), and stayed in watching old favorites, new TV shows, or finally catching up on that one everyone has been talking about.

The number of books I have to read, whether they are on loan from my sister, on hold from the library, or my own books sitting on one of my bookshelves, keeps growing. So much so that I’ve decided to come up with a pattern to read them. This read is from my bookshelf.