City of Heavenly Fire – Cassandra Clare Every Word – Ellie Marney
- Skinjob – Bruce McCabe
i. Bloodlines – Richelle Mead
ii. The Golden Lily – Richelle Mead
iii. The Indigo Spell – Richelle Mead
iv. The Fiery Heart – Richelle Mead
- Silver Shadows – Richelle Mead
- Looking For Alibrandi – Melina Marchetta
- Goose – Dawn O’Porter
- Run – Gregg Olsen
- Love Letters to the Dead – Ava Dellaira
- Stoner – John Williams
- The Wrong Girl – Zoë Foster
- A Fatal Tide – Steve Sailah
- Murder in Mississippi – John Safran
- Elianne – Judy Nunn
- Being Jade – Kate Belle
- Martha in the Mirror – Justin Richards
- Shining Darkness – Mark Michalowski
- The Hound of the Baskervilles – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
- Divergent – Veronica Roth
- Insurgent – Veronica Roth
- Allegiant – Veronica Roth
- The Messenger – Markus Zusak
- Fragile Things – Neil Gaiman
- The Mammoth Book of Angels and Demons
- Eleanor & Park – Rainbow Rowell
- NOS4R2 – Joe Hill
- The Gospel of Loki – Joanne M. Harris
- Hades – Candice Fox
- Last Night at Chateau Marmont – Lauren Weisberger
- Thirteen Reasons Why – Jay Asher
- Are You Seeing Me? – Darren Groth
It is a sad, sad day, my friends. Today is the day that I have to stop buying books. At least for a little while. I decided to write out a list of all of the books that are sitting beside my bed yesterday, as you saw above, and it is twice as long as the one I had previously.
However the above list is missing a few books:
- Eden by Candice Fox
- Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher
- The Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon.
This is simply because I do not own them. The first two I would have to buy (and in the case of Eden, I will buy because it is the sequel to Hades and I have a compulsion to read every book in a series, as I painfully discovered when reading the Delirium and Fallen series), and the last ones I have to borrow from my mother at some point. Hopefully before the end of the year.
Even though both my debit card and Book Lovers card desperately need a break, and there is very little room next to my bed anymore, my inability to buy books is more worrying to me than the insane number of tomes I am yet to read. Buying books is my retail therapy. When I’m angry, sad, or celebrating I buy books. Now what am I supposed to buy? Clothes? Food? Shoes? Please. To paraphrase Toni Collette in In Her Shoes:
Clothes never look any good. Food just makes me fatter. Books always fit.
Of course, Toni’s character says “shoes”, but shoes have a habit of not fitting me either. I have strange sized feet.
Anyway, so from now on I will be working from this list and only from this list. If anyone sees me in Dymocks at any time with a glossy new book and my debit card in hand, please feel free to pull me out. Only, be gentle with me. I am an addict, after all.