As most of my friends know, I’m kind of a book slut. I spend too much time getting lost in a book and so it made perfect sense that my Mum gift me this glorious “What I Read” journal, which she picked up on a recent trip to Minnesota.
The book is sweet and simple; I can simply record what book I read, when I read it, and a few lines of space to write down some thoughts. Nothing pretentious really, but fun.
For instance, for my Jonathan Franzen “Freedom” entry, I scrawled down in my thoughts: “fascination with shit; loves the Mekons, nothing to do with the book mind; hate Walter, adore Patty.”
Get one of these books. Brilliant.
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