"A room with out books is like a body without a soul.” ― Marcus Tullius Cicero
Good Morning Bookstagrammers! So if this quote is true than my teenie apartment definitely has soul! So much soul it is being taken over by books! I have such a hard time picking which book to carry with me every day! How do you pick your next read?
It rained all day. It’s raining still. I spent the day cleaning the basement with my mom. We carried innumerable stacks of books down to our “library” because they migrate upstairs and congregate on any flat surface—the mantle, the credenza, under beds, on the hearth; our tables and desks disappearing beneath piles of books. The basement is tidy now. Much tidier than the rest of the house—in fact the rest of the house seems messier than when we began, even without all those books. But it’s going to rain tomorrow too so maybe we can tend to that. And here’s an unrelated shot of the coast this summer, because a beautiful shot of ocean is just necessary.
💥💥 EXCERPT REVEAL 💥💥 A Little Too Late by Staci Hart
Publishing Date: October 24th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: QuirkyBird Designs
I wasn't supposed to fall in love with the nanny.
When my wife left, she took the illusion of happiness with her, and I've been caught in a free fall ever since. For nine long months, I've been fighting to figure out how to be a single dad, how to be alone.
For nine long months, I've been failing.
When Hannah walked through the door, I took my first breath since I'd found myself on my own. She slipped into our lives effortlessly, showing me what I've been missing all these years. Because Hannah made me smile when I thought I'd packed the notion of happiness away with my wedding album.
She was only supposed to be the nanny, but she's so much more.
The day my wife left should have been the worst day of my life, but it wasn't. It was when Hannah walked away, taking my heart with her.
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The first time I saw Charlie Parker, I didn’t see one thing at a time; I saw all of him. It was an assault on my senses, an overwhelming tide of awareness, and for a moment, the details came to me in flashes over what was probably only a few seconds but felt so much longer.
His hair was blond and gently mussed, his face long and nose elegant. I could smell him, clean and fresh with just a touch of spice I couldn’t place. I tipped my chin up—he was tall, taller than me, and I hovered just at six feet—and met his eyes, earthy and brown and so deep. So very deep.
And then he smiled.
He was handsome when he wasn’t smiling. He was stunning when he was.
I was so lost in that smile, I didn’t register the flying gob until it whapped against my sweater. Tiny splatters of something cold speckled my neck.
This was the moment the clock started again, and the sweet serenity slipped directly into chaos.
i'd like to write a long caption about all the things happening—all the things i experience and see for the first time—, but it's so much. my thoughts are way too over place to explain how incredibly grateful i feel to be able to visit different places around the world. so i'll leave it at this and go to bed tired but stupidly happy.
wishing you the best day/night.
How's the room by room decluttering and organizing going friends?!
The other day my mom dropped off two big boxes of books that she found in her garage from our move 3.5 years ago. Just what I wanted! 😬 One box was books from my hubby's university days and the other box was mine. .
All I wanted to do was shove them into a far corner of my basement. To be honest, I did put some in the basement...till I get a bookshelf for the books I want to keep! But I made sure that my hubby when through his right away. It took some convincing, but he managed to get rid of some. I'm not sure why he needs two Webster Dictionaries when we have a dictionary online at our finger tips?! 😜 But hey, I can only ask so much...we all have our own decluttering journeys!!!.
But as these boxes sat on my table and I looked around at the "mess", I could feel my anxiety rise. A reminder that I can't have clutter in my home, it isn't mentally healthy for me. Anyone else feel the same?! Unfortunately I still have some hiding places where I shove clutter. I really need to make paper my next area of organizing. I don't like the process of receipts, statements, small little junk and so on. I don't know what to do with it. I think November I will tackle that area. Any suggestions to help?!