What are you fuckers reading now?

I just finished "The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches", which was adorable. Now I'm trying to decide between "The Book of Magic" by Alice Hoffman or "Somewhere Beyond the Sea" by TJ Klune. Apparently I'm in my cozy-autumn vibes-witchy era.
 
Lori did you read the All Souls series by Deborah Harkness? my wife enjoyed the books as well as the series.
 
the better half enjoyed the series. (me too) I think it's available on AMC+ or something like that.

Also, Harkness added a new book to the series in July.
 
A signed edition of Margaret Atwood's Paper Boat came today. I keep fawning over it and pawing it like an imbecile.
 
Nuclear War: A Scenario by Annie Jacobsen

The author interviewed hundreds of people about nuclear weapons, strategy and the aftermath. This book is frightening. Not a dry read at all, rather, a page turner.

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IS anyone else reading Lights Out by Nevessa Allen? I am absolutely in love with this book!!!
 
I just finished Here One Moment by Liane Moriarty, which I enjoyed. Now to finish The Book of Magic by Alice Hoffman.
 
I got a chance today to visit a s/h bookshop I'd seen, because we love old book shops, don't we?

"Good morning," I said brightly to the man who appeared to be 'in charge' but was met with a stoney silence.

'How odd' I thought to myself, feeling a twinge of guilt for perhaps intruding, of making a sound, as I made a brief tour of the shelves. There was an elderly man, stooped into the letter G, book in hand, it's faded leather cover matching his parchment skin. I discovered another man, East European with a big nose, toward the rear of the shop, uncomfortable in the narrow space between tottering shelves.

'Perhaps the first man doesn't work here and I hailed him by mistake?' I pondered as I frown-skimmed the biroed labels, Science Fiction, Photography, Biography. 'Perhaps he's actually deaf?'

I determined to leave, having nicely balanced brevity with politeness. I approached the counter at the shop door. The deaf man, now seated, had flakey skin on his thinning grey pate as he focused on a tricky book-binding repair, sellotape in hand.

"Thank you!" I smiled, standing opposite him, where he could acknowledge me without even raising his head.

Still nothing.

Perhaps he's deaf and blind as well, tending to rare braille books by touch? Or perhaps he was just a cunt?
I won't be back.
 
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We're both going to get in trouble with Fata for talking & eating biscuits in the reading room 🫢

Currently reading The Complete Yachtmaster by Tom Cunliffe
that really is his name and the T is silent
 
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