I am searching for my reading mojo. He left last week and I have not been able to find him. If he’s not found soon, I fear, my body will be found under a massive TBR pile that I cannot dig myself out of.
If you see him, please let him know that I have a bunch of lovely ladies waiting patiently for him ~ some I bought for him as recently as last week; some have been waiting a little longer for him to make an appearance. Oh, and to spice thinks up, Nicholas Sparks is hanging out to party with him as well.
Please let him know that he is sorely missed and I think about him each and every day. He needs to come back. My life is not the same without him. All I do is lay around and look at the wonderful things I have for him that he’s not able to enjoy. And since he can’t enjoy them, neither can I.
Please let him know that I’ll keep him well-fed and nourished with the wonderful library I’ve stocked on his behalf. He just needs to come home to enjoy it. Sooner rather than later. I’ll be waiting.
Mojo-less in Montana