I'm forever wanting to know what everyone is reading. My husband says I'm nosey. I say I simply love books--and readers of books.
Okay, yeah . . . that's not my nightstand. Just one of our many bookcases. (That's a picture of George and I with Desmond Tutu--a keeper.)
Every book in this case I've read. Our bedroom is the realm of TBR (To Be Read) books. Now that I review books from time to time, there's always something to read. I remember going through withdrawal if I didn't have at least five books waiting for me. It's a sickness.
New authors I've found . . . Robert Liparulo, Brandt Dodson, John Sandford (yeah, I came late).
Old faves: Mary Higgins-Clark, Colleen Coble, Brandilyn Collins, Wanda Dyson, Michael Connelly, Stephen King, Frank Peretti, and on and on and on.
What's triggering your late night reading sessions these days? And why? (I truly am an old snoop--but a genuinely interested snoop.)
It's all better with friends.