I've mentioned before my minor OCD habit of having to finish a book once I've started it. I hate giving up on a book because I feel like it sits in the back of my mind, taunting me. I had the hardest time getting through The Devil In The White City, which is why I'm not going to write a proper review for it. I think I've made it pretty clear here and on Twitter that I found it to be dreadfully boring. There is not much good I can say about it. It just wasn't my thing but at least I can say I finished it and I did learn a few things from it. Now that I'm done with that, my plan is to read a bunch of books that I've heard a fun, quick reads in order to get back on track to meet my goal of 50 books this year. I don't like when my reading feels like a chore, and that's exactly how it felt reading that last book. I actually had to schedule myself reading time and set goals, like 10 pages per night.
|Sara, Noelle & me at The Bellagio|
|Sunset in Manhattan Beach while waiting for our dinner reservations|
|View at the Getty Center|