UF, UF, UF. PNR, HR, Sci-Fi, finding a bit more YA that I enjoy. Mystery, crime, detective shit. Have recently figured out I'm not really a contemporary romance gal. I like smut but am not really into erotica. Oh, did I mention UF?
I've been trying to wrangle all of my library books, and I'm doing a serviceable job, but often I wonder am I in too deep? Am I taking on too many books? Am I giving each book the attention it truly deserves?
Nevertheless, I have 12 library books (or 'real' books as the love of my life likes to refer to them) awaiting me on my side table. I've got some continuation of series, some new series, and some that are not series at all.
I love my library. But it curses me at the same time!