This is becoming a catastrophe...

I know I’m posting this late again but with the fashion graduate show this week, I haven’t had a lot of spare time to post anything even half-coherent. This post has also been sitting in my drafts for the past two days because at first I forgot to post it then a sudden illness decided that I should unceremoniously fall asleep for a few hours while I was babysitting my little brother (don’t worry, we were both asleep in the same bed so he wasn’t in any kind of danger - I also put my arm across him so I could tell if he was still breathing). The title of this post is also technically a lie - I still haven’t managed to find a job so really, I didn’t buy myself a single book over the past two months (thank god for my lovely nana and mother). The books on my list are also (mostly) probably not worth noting, particularly in comparison to all the classics I bought in the previous months, but I suppose it’s less expensive to not be a literary snob all the time. Without further ado, here is my list:

• A Hopscotch Summer by Annie Murray (my nana likes to send a lot of books, usually ones that she’s previously read that my mother has very little interest in reading, but I’m an equal opportunity reader so they’re all given the benefit of the doubt until read)
• Petals on the Wind by Virginia Andrews (since my lovely wife Tara bought me Flowers in the Attic for my birthday, I found this on a huge sale and my mother bought it for me)
• The Power of Dreams by Rosie Harris (also from my nana)
• Lavender Road by Helen Carey (also from my nana)
• The Stonecutter’s Daughter by Janet Woods (also from my nana)
• Red Sky in the Morning by Margaret Dickinson (also from my nana)