When I say I wanted to read this. I mean it. I wanted to read it.
I really wanted to read this. Like so bad.
Just looking back over the blurb is making me kick myself for unhauling this.
But, every time I looked at my bookcase I saw it and I never imagined myself picking it up. It just continued to rot on my bookshelves and it made me sad. Someone could have more joy out of this than I could. After all, I saw no chance of me picking it up any time soon, and the idea of me reading it did give me dread. So I unhauled it, put it in the donating bin and now reading over the blurb again is giving me some regret.
Because it sounds good. It sounds really great. The idea sounds really up my alley, I wanted to read this with my whole heart, but I never got around to it. And so now I have a little bit of unhaulers remorse. Hell, maybe I'll even look for an ebook edition, and this review will have an update sometime soon.
I really wanted to read this. Like so bad.
Just looking back over the blurb is making me kick myself for unhauling this.
But, every time I looked at my bookcase I saw it and I never imagined myself picking it up. It just continued to rot on my bookshelves and it made me sad. Someone could have more joy out of this than I could. After all, I saw no chance of me picking it up any time soon, and the idea of me reading it did give me dread. So I unhauled it, put it in the donating bin and now reading over the blurb again is giving me some regret.
Because it sounds good. It sounds really great. The idea sounds really up my alley, I wanted to read this with my whole heart, but I never got around to it. And so now I have a little bit of unhaulers remorse. Hell, maybe I'll even look for an ebook edition, and this review will have an update sometime soon.