stories on the shelf

We’re thirty-six days into 2017 and I’ve read eight books. Yep, eight.

I’ve told you this before, so you probably aren’t surprised. But the thing is, I just really love books.

At any given point, I have five or six books piled on my nightstand. If you take into account the bookshelf that is overflowing, the three stacks of books under the bed, the Kindle app that is a bit overloaded and the dozen or so books waiting patiently in the corner of the room, well, you might say that I have a bit of...