Top Ten Tuesdays: Dear Santa, Here’s a Bookish List

How did it get to be just 2 days before Christmas already? I cannot remember Christmas ever sneaking up on me like this before.

Because I’m kind of bewildered that it’s even time for Santa to be packing his sleigh, I’ve decided to go ahead and participate in Top Ten Tuesdays as hosted by The Broke and the Bookish again. I’m not sure I have it in me today to come up with original blog material. So much wrapping and cleaning in my immediate future.

Anyway, I think I’ve been pretty good this year. So if Santa is still wondering what to bring me for Christmas, here are a number of books I’m hoping to find under the tree come Thursday morning.

1.The Romanov Sisters: The Lost Lives of the Daughters of Nicholas and Alexandra by Helen Rappaport. I’ve read about the parents and the grandparents and now I want to know more about these children who’s lives were so sheltered and ultimately cut tragically short.

2. Landline by Rainbow Rowell. This was the year that I indulged in the YA and the pull of Rainbow Rowell’s adult fiction is too much. I must have it Santa!

3. My Life in Middlemarch by Rebecca Mead. Middlemarch was one of my favourite books I had to read in university. I love the idea of reading a spin on this one. And the cover is so gorgeous it would look so good under the tree.

4. The Silent Wife by A.S.A Harrison. Last year all the books I got for Christmas had to do with murder (I have issues, what can I say?) and I guess I want to continue that (sick) tradition.

romanov girls landlinemiddlemarch  silent wife

5. The Procrastination Equation by Dr. Peers Steel. I have an issue with procrastination (as evidenced by the fact that I still haven’t read this book) but maybe if I read this book at the beginning of the new year, it will help me curb this terrible habit?

6. In Triumph’s Wake: Royal Mothers, Tragic Daughters and the Price They Paid for Glory by Julia P. Gelardi. I have never actually seen this book in a bookstore but I love Julia P. Gelardi’s work a lot and I need this book.

7. The Good Girl by Mary Kubica. It’s our next book club book. I’d like to have it.

8. The Vacationers by Emma Straub. I’ve wanted to read this ALL YEAR. Make my reading dreams come true Santa.

procrastinationtriumphvacationersgood girl

9. Anne of Green Gables by LM Montgomery. The whole series. In hardcover. I don’t currently have these books and that’s a bookish travesty.

10. When Books Went to War: The Stories that Helped Us Win World War II by Molly Guptill Manning. I don’t know what to say except I love books and I love books about books and history and this book sounds like it has all of that.

anne books to war

What do you think Santa? Doable? I’ll leave out some cookies.


Cheer Up!

I had a not-so-great morning today and I noticed that I was getting more worked up and frustrated. So I needed to step away. But I’m not loving the book that I’m reading at the moment so I needed to think of something else to do to distract myself into a better mood.

I was going to just grab lunch but then I realized that I would buy it and just bring it back to the office to eat it and that wouldn’t have accomplished anything. So I took a detour to a small bookstore in the mall. I’m just referring to its size here though, not “small as in not-Chapters.” I’m kind of ashamed of that, given the state of independent bookstores today, but at the same time, desperate times call for desperate measures and as far as I know there isn’t an independent bookstore in the area.

Nothing, and I mean nothing, cheers me up like a book. And even though it’s too close to Christmas for me to be buying books for myself, just being around them and smelling them (I realize that makes me sound insane) is enough for me. Plus, what better to expand my Christmas list than by casually perusing the new titles on offer?

Well I definitely found several new titles to add to The List (go ahead, check it out, you know you’re curious) but I’m also now in that place where all I want to do is grab a book and spend the rest of the day reading, which is not terribly conducive to a productive afternoon.

For me, there is something so uplifting about being around books that I make it a rule to visit the bookstore in the mall at the end of every nightmare-shopping-excursion-where-I found-nothing-that-I-was-looking-for. And instead of leaving the mall irritated, I leave the mall cheerful and animated. Normally this is because I’ve got a brand new book or 2 to accompany me on the way home. But this is true even if I don’t give in to temptation which is, admittedly, rare.

Something about being around books, surrounded by the intoxicating scent of paper and ink, enveloped in the words of Austen and Dickens, Lancaster and Morton, the biographies of van Gogh and Catherine the Great – this comforts me. It’s why I have books all over my house. I love to stare at my bookshelf, to rearrange them to greater advantage and to offer my tomes to those that I think would love them like I love them.

So even though I didn’t buy anything today, with Christmas fast approaching I know that I will soon have more lovelies to love and in the meantime, the occasional visit is enough to get me through all the days in between.