Just Because It's FRIDAY Book Haul

Just because it’s freakin’ Friday and I got paid Book Haul.  Let me tell you, I be out of the house by 11:30am every other Friday to handle some business.  Once that’s done, I hit up bookstores while the traffic is low.  And today, here’s what I got…

1.  The Gunslinger by Stephen King.  Tried to read this thing back in 2008–per the urging of a co-worker.  I couldn’t get into it, and eventually sold my copy.  Flash-forward eleven years later; I think I’m finally ready for it.

2.  The Institute by Stephen King.  While I stopped buying Stephen King books upon their releases (mainly because of shelf space), I ended up bending to The Institute.  I had it on hold at my library.  However, being number 15 in line didn’t sound fun.  This was one of those purchases where I knew I would think about the book until I bought my own copy.  So I just did it.  Plus, I love the cover's composition!  And it sounds interesting.  Maybe if it’s good I’ll go back and check out some of his latest releases that I’ve skipped over the past few years.

3.  The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas is a part of a read-along (the Goodreads Group @ https://bit.ly/2nR4XAL) hosted by Didi over at Brown Girl Reading.  Chileeeeeee.  Do you not know I moved through heaven and EARTH trying to find an unabridged copy?  I lucked up and found this at my local Barnes & Noble in the bargain section.  It just HAPPENED!

4.  Mistletoe Man by Susan Wittig Albert.  This book is easily in my top three favorite of Albert’s China Bayles series entries.  I had a used, tattered mass market copy for years.  I lucked out and found this beautiful hardback at my public library’s used bookstore.  I was thrilled to pieces, baby.  Y’all know I love me some Susan Wittig Albert and China Bayles (though the latest book was a BOREEEEEE).

5.  The Sleeping Doll by Jeffery Deaver.  Another book that crawled deep into my spirit until I finally bent to purchasing it at my library’s used bookstore.  I won’t get into the details, but it involves an interrogator named Kathryn Dance divvying it up in this psychological thriller.  Honestly, her last name caught my attention.

ANYWAY.  THAT’S IT FOLKS.  I got to read.  I’m like 110 pages away from finishing Faye Snowden’s A Killing Fire.  It’s been one of those weeks where reading has been kind of slow.  But it’s all good because this book is off the chain!  

Chile.  And why this photo blurry?  I just bought a new phone and I’m trying to understand why the images aren’t as crisp as my previous one.  Maybe I have to work with the settings.  (PS: Excuse any grammatical errors.  It's been a day and I just wanted to post this and get to slowing down for the night.)