I read books.  Nothing better to me than curling up with a wonderful novel and reading until I can no longer keep my eyes open. Oh I read other things as well.  The New York Times daily.  A glance at the front page of the Wall Street Journal.  My favorite blogs.  A few news sites.  Shelter magazines.  Art periodicals.  Most anything about women or quilts.  But really, I don’t enjoy reading anything as much as I do books.

So this year, with a more flexible schedule, and a bit more time for myself, I indulged in a reading marathon.  This stack is what’s known as the “Trophy pile”.  One of several piles of books that litter the master bedroom shamefully.  This pile began bedside in early January and grew there was no more room under the small oil painting.  It makes a pretty vignette.  

Many fine books were read, as well as some enjoyable piffles.

I will packing up the piles to make their way down to the newly constructed library at the new house. Meanwhile I made a list of most of the books I read this year, and posted them in the left sidebar.  I’ve discovered some great books spotted on my favorite blogs.  Maybe you will find one here you can enjoy.