Since my shelves are about to break underneath the weight of all the unread books I finally need to sort through them. Seriously. How can it be that there are so many unread books in my dragons cave? I might be ignoring the simple fact that I love to re-read my favourite books instead reading new ones. So after taking a careful look without touching anything – we don’t want to risk me getting buried beneath hundreds of books, right? – I finally found my problem. I do own too many books I always wanted to read but ended up not reading. Still – thanks to my dragon-nature of hoarding books – I’m not ready to give them away because maybe I’m going to read them someday. So to help myself I decided to write down a list of those books – and figure out why I never read them. Still not sure if I can give them away, tho.
review: the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde
Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.
A picture that wilts and ages instead of the man whom was painted. A wonderful basic for an interesting story, one can assume. I owned my copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray for quite some time now – considering I actually bought it because of the beautiful cover – but I never got myself into reading it. This month is was picked for me from another member of Goodreads and I simply loved the challenge that came with it. The older english language of this classic wasn’t easy for me as a not native speaker.
review: six of crows by leigh bardugo
She wouldn’t wish love on anyone. It was the guest you welcomed and then couldn’t be rid of.
By the time I finished the Grisha trilogy by the wonderful Leigh Bardugo I had already heard a lot of the Six of Crows duology and the felt the hype around it. The books were already on my wishlist for some time and I just couldn’t resist buying them. I hoped to race through them but my life thought otherwise and put a lot of stones in my path. So I needed quite some time to read Six of Crows – but none of the reasons was because of the book itself.
review: the grisha trilogy by leigh bardugo
Na razrusha’ya. I am not ruined. E’ya razrushost. I am ruination.
The story of these books – namely Shadow and Bone, Siege and Storm as well as Ruin and Rising – and yours truly is one that needed quite some time to develop. I bought the first book back in 2014 on my second trip to London. I was quite intrigued by the cover and the synopsis sounded pretty good so it was one of the few that were allowed to travel back home in my luggage. Once arrived at home it found a nice and cosy place on one of my bookshelves and yeah. That was it. I didn’t care to take another look at it and lost myself in other books that fitted my preferences at this time more. But last year I finally took hold of it again and dove right into Ravka and the world of the Grisha. I raced through the first book and immediately ordered the second one to read it afterward and I was amazed. But since my concentration span is really short – not really, only when it comes to books, I swear! – I pushed in some other books and series before I finally started reading the third book and let me say – this trilogy is wonderful!
#bookwormproblems
Well, as bookworms – or bookdragons, as I prefer to say – we all know those typical problems that come with having too many books. Okay, this one is a lie because one can never have too many books. All there is is not enough books! But what I actually want to say is – I am not the only one with those absolutely – more or less – ridiculous problems, right? You know the feel!