November 30th marks my birthday and the end of Nonfiction November. On this glorious day exactly 30 years ago I came forth into this world to bring it joy, who am I kidding? I'm crazy and I bring chaos.



I did pretty good on my November reading list. I knocked out 14 of the 17 books I set out to read. And quite frankly I've had my fill of nonfiction for a long time. So once I'm done with uber-awesome Candice DeLong's book, I'm going back to fiction. I plan on doing another ebook purge since they're staring to pile up again. Probably a YA purge since they outnumber everything else.


Now I'm going back to my (very sad actually) Taco Bell birthday lunch and Grumpy Cat's Worst Christmas Ever. 'Cause that's how I roll.