Apr 30, 2013

My Top Ten Favorite Book Topics

It's been a while since I've done a Top Ten Tuesday, but I do love this link-up and it's good to be back.  If you want to see more TTT posts, head over to The Broke and the Bookish to check it out.

What are the top ten words/topics that make you pick a book up?

This is a great question because I never really realized there are some topics that I naturally gravitate toward in my reading choices.  I think this sort of reading persona is something that evolves over time.  I know there are some distinct topics that I generally avoid, i.e., politics, Christian fiction, western, child or animal abuse.  But I've never really sat down and looked closely at my shelves and noticed the recurring themes.

So, here is my top ten list of favorite book topics...

This is one that has been waning lately.  This topic used to be an auto-buy for me because they were rare and unique.  Now they are the opposite of rare. There is a plentiful bounty of dystopian books on the shelves these days, mostly congregating in the YA area.  Not that it's been all bad.  I've enjoyed quite a few YA dys's lately.  They just aren't what they used to be though.
A few of my favorites: The Giver, The Hunger Games, The Handmaid's Tale

I love the juxtaposition of time travel.  It makes for a beautiful and twisted canvas to paint the most creative story on.
A few of my favorites: Outlander, The Time Traveler's Wife

It recently dawned on me that I am fascinated by the topic of life and death and I absolutely love creative variations of the afterlife.  This topic has so much potential.  When you play with the boundaries of life and death, the sky isn't even the limit.
A few of my favorites: The Country of the Young, My Name is Memory, The Book Thief

Who doesn't love a good love story, right?  Even further than that, I always look for a slightly conflicted love story.  It makes the story better when the romance isn't too easy.
A few of my favorites: Pride and Prejudice,  Perfect Chemistry

I won't tell you guys that I was one of those people who loved vampires before it was cool...everyone loved vampires before it was cool.  I'm sad that this topic has outgrown it's popular phase, but I still seek out a few now and then to see if there is anything good coming out on this fascinating topic.
A few of my favorites: The Black Dagger Brotherhood, Twilight

I would rather read about a chick kicking ass than being a damsel in distress any day of the week.  This is one I didn't even realize is very prominent on my shelf, but it makes sense.
A few of my favorites: The Fever series, Graceling, Fire, The Hunger Games

I have a few bad habits left over from being an English major.  One of these habits is being enthralled by the topic of colonialism.  This was one of my favorite courses and I still buy anything by certain authors, even if I don't read them.  I like my bookshelves to look smart.
A few of my favorites: Cry, the Beloved Country, Waiting for the Barbarians

How complex, right?  I love books about books.  It makes sense.
A few of my favorites: The Shadow of the Wind, The Book Thief

Ireland, Scotland, Wales, England…that whole damn grid on the map.  There's no better setting than those moody, romantic shores.  The magic is already there, ready for a great story to be told.
A few of my favorites: The Mermaid's Singing, Outlander (Scotland)

I really didn't want to use the term FanFic, but there's no other way to describe it.  This is one trend I notice that I always buy, or at least add them to my list, but rarely read.  You know those books that tells an extended story about a classic fictional story that we didn't get in the original.  Juliet Immortal, The Bad Miss Bennett, Mr. Darcy's Diary, and the list goes on.  I can honestly say the only two that I've read is The Wide Sargasso Sea and Ophelia.  I liked them both, but not nearly as much as the original, so I don't know why I'm still so drawn to these types of novels. 

What are your auto-buy topics?
Do you have any good recommendations for me based on my favorite topics?

Apr 28, 2013

Around Here v.5: Apartments and anxiety

We are going on week two of our new life in Germany, and as of Tuesday we will be out of this hotel and into our new apartment. We saw three apartments (free-standing houses are practically non-existent) and we decided on the third one we saw...how very House Hunters International of us, right? There were so many things that drew us to this apartment...the village, the street, the views, the commute and the basic amenities included. We fell in love instantly. We were too afraid to let it go, so we signed the papers right away.

Something I've learned about myself in my recent adulthood is that I tend to suffer from anxiety revolving around any major decision. This is probably normal, but I struggle so much with second-guessing myself. The moment we committed to this apartment, the anxiety set in. I began to fear it was too small/we chose too soon/we should have waited/we made the wrong choice. My mind became a chaotic mess of doubt.

However, what I lack in confidence, I make up for in optimism. My mental perspectives are at war with each other. But anxiety is an irrational opponent. It doesn't speak from reason, but from fear.

I try to brush off the worry, but it's hard. In my defense, we have been under a lot off stress since moving to Germany. It's so hard to feel comfortable with yourself and make clear choices when you're so far out of your comfort zone. We're not surrounded by our things, our people, our home...we're alienated. I am so anxious to make this new space our home because I'm very homesick for it.

Let me tell you, I'm so excited to begin the design process. I have my Ikea catalog and my shopping list ready. I'm stalking Apartment Therapy and fully-intend on adopting the small-space living culture. My husband and I have dropped the word "crowded" from our vocabulary and replaced it with "cozy." We feel very European with our little family dwelling. What it lacks in indoor space, it more than makes up for in outdoor space.

A little bit about our new home, it's the third floor apartment of a three story building...which really looks a lot like a house. Like a lot of European apartments, the floor plan is one hallway with each room extending off of it. It's very different from the states. It's on a dead-end street that is surrounded by acres of land on the outskirts of a charming little village. Our landlord is a farmer and our neighbors have their own chickens and make their own honey. The kids will have the freedom and space to run and play on a street I can be comfortable with.

Another sure-fire way to make the best out of anything, blog your way through it. I definitely plan on sharing this new adventure on the blog. I hope to make this transformation a reoccurring part of my writing life.

For now...here are some shots of our new home...

left // the view from my kitchen window (see my neighbor's chickens?)
right top // our backyard
right bottom // the hallway (polka-dot floors!)

top left // living room (the floor, the view, I die)

top right // the neighborhood

bottom left // dining area

bottom right // kitchen

top left // the front of our building (I will personally remove that satellite dish)

top right // standing on our balcony (many coffees will be drunk here)

bottom // the view of our village from the balcony (I must be in heaven)


Honestly, I love this apartment. I am in love with this space and this area. Knowing that this view is ours feels unreal. I cannot wait to make it truly our own.


Apr 25, 2013

Guest Post: Travel tips from Melissa

Another travel guest post! This is awesome because I LOVE traveling but don't get the chance to do many major trips, but NOW...there will be all the travels going on now that I have Europe at my fingertips. This guest post comes from my blog-twin, Melissa.

Here is a little bit about her: Melissa is a 20-something student, writer, blogger, life-lister, book-nerd, and music junkie. She is self-diagnosed with wanderlust, hopelessly addicted to social media, and has an undying love affair with all things Harry Potter; she is not ashamed of her inner nerd in the least. Find Melissa on her blog, Twitter, Instagram, or at her second online home, CONFRONT Magazine.

Today, Melissa shares a piece from her Travel series on her blog. This one is a great list of tips to deal with reverse culture shock. It's a thing, I've felt it, it sucks. Her tips are awesome. So, here ya go...

*This is a post from an ongoing series of Travel Tips on my blog. You can read more of them right HERE. Thank you, Jessica, for letting me share some things I have learned with your readers, and best of luck as you move to Germany!*

When traveling to foreign countries, you often hear of people suffering from culture shock- the trauma you experience when you travel/move to a different country where the culture is entirely different from the one back home. But what about when you travel abroad & embrace the culture so entirely, that it’s the actual COMING HOME part that’s a shock to your system? You don’t hear about that as often, but it exists and people suffer from it every day. Reverse culture shock is a thing. I should know- I’ve suffered from it VERY badly.

Luckily I tweeted about some of my symptoms when I came home from Greece last year, and San quickly informed me that reverse culture shock was a thing and I had it. It was KIND OF too late to fix it at that point. I was depressed, nostalgic from my trip, having a lot of difficulty letting go of my time there & unable to really put any focus or attention in anything I did back home.

It took a BIG MOMENT in my life to snap me out of my traveling funk. I was beginning to feel like I’d never feel happy to be home again, but luckily my nephew decided to be born in mid-October (SIX WEEKS after I got home!) and I began to find myself back to normal.

After spending some more time traveling various countries since that first experience, I’ve become much more accustomed to coping with reverse culture shock, and if you’re finding yourself stuck in the same rut I was, here are some good tips to follow.


1. Have something to look forward to.

Plan ahead! If you know that coming home you have a ton of deadlines, work and basically NOT FUN things to do, plan something that will make it worth flying back to. You’ll still be sad to be home, but you’ll be so excited for another adventure (big or small) that the impact won’t be so bad.

2. Retail therapy WORKS.

I don’t mean that you should become a materialistic person, but splurge a little bit on yourself once you get home- something you’ve been eyeing but haven’t had the guts to put the money out for. Don’t go CRAZY, but by spending a little bit of money on YOU, you’ll cheer yourself up enormously!

3. Develop your photos ASAP.

When you get home, spend some time going through your pictures and have them developed to put in a photo album. It’ll give you a little extra time to reminisce with your pictures and sort them out one last time before you close that chapter of your life and move onto something else.

4. Talk about it with friends and family.

I found myself shutting down a lot when I was sad, because I didn’t think my feelings were valid. I thought I was being dumb, and consequently made it worse by forcing myself to be alone with negative thoughts. TALK ABOUT your trip with the people who matter, share your pictures, and let them know if you’re not feeling your best!

Honestly though, the absolute best thing you can do to cure the sad-home-feelings is to plan your next adventure. I’ve learned that the only way I’ll be happy is if I’m constantly researching where in the world I’ll be next. It may not be for a few years, but if I can make myself a promise to go somewhere when I’ve got the money, I’ll be able to spend all my sad moments planning another fun getaway.

Happy travels!


the.book.chat. {strangest book}

Welcome back, friends.
Today our co-host is the very sweet Stacey of Life on Cephei. She blogs about books, wedding planning and life in Perth. She's a super cool blogger, so go say hello for me.

Today's book chat topic is a completely random one, but I want to hear what the strangest book you've ever read is. I know there are some people who seek out strange books on purpose. Honestly, I'm not one of those people. I like surprising stories and creative writing, but I can't say that I'm drawn to "strange" books. So, I guess today's topic is subjective. You have to define "strange" for yourself. It can be books that you love because they are strange or books that you thought were just plain odd.
As for me, I'm going to share a book that I loved but was very strange, at least for me.

I'm sure you have heard of this book, but if you haven't, don't worry. I hadn't heard of it either. I assume it's probably very popular among a certain crowd. I imagine that this is the kind of book that interesting people read. I can honestly say that I would never have picked it up on my own. My best friend gave it to me for Christmas once, and I felt awful that it took me two years to finally read it.
Here is the synopsis:
Still Life with Woodpecker is a sort of a love story that takes place inside a pack of Camel cigarettes. It reveals the purpose of the moon, explains the difference between criminals and outlaws, examines the conflict between social activism and romantic individualism, and paints a portrait of contemporary society that includes powerful Arabs, exiled royalty, and pregnant cheerleaders. It also deals with the problem of redheads.
So, yeah. I had no idea what it was about going into it. I put it down about five times before it finally stuck. I had a hard time connecting with it because of my pre-conceived notion that it was strange and not meant for people like me. And it was strange. The people in it were very strange. The writing was mind-frying strange. The setting...foreign royalty living in the PNW among blueberry bushes...strange.
But you know what?
I fucking loved it. (excuse the language, but it's appropriate here) I loved the shit out of this book. By the time I finally connected, I had a fondness for its oddities. The love story is so endearing. It was funny, unpredictable, and even sexy and profound. Before long, the writing grew on me. I began to see the writer as a rambling storyteller I had to constantly remind to get back to the story, which he did.
The point is...once I got over my fear of it's strangeness, this book became very personal to me. My ignorance toward this book at first angers me. Now, I try not to fear the odd ones anymore. I almost let my unfair judgement of this book stop me from finding a new favorite.
If this book is strange, I don't want to be normal.

Now it's your turn. I'd love to hear your opinion on this topic. Do you enjoy "strange" books or do you avoid them like the plague? What's your definition of strange?


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Next week's topic: Book Hangovers <----I need a cohost!

Apr 23, 2013

Turning 30...

Today is my birthday!

And not just any birthday...but my 30th.

Pretty nuts, huh? Turning thirty has brought out the sentimentality in me. I feel like I need to talk about turning thirty. This isn't just something you do without really thinking about it. Especially me, because you know...I may be thirty now, but I'm not REEEAALLY thirty. You know? I can't be thirty because thirty year olds are adults. They are grown-ups, right? I have too much youthful excitement to be this old. I still have immature stubbornness. I'm still goofy and say all the wrong things. I'm still experimenting with life and what I want out of it. I have always felt like I was meant to be in twenties, for like ever. I'm not supposed to really grow up. My spirit is still so young.

Well, let me just say, I think I have actually accepted this milestone. I've come to terms with a new realization. Growing old does not mean growing stale. When did we accept this misconception in our society? When did young become better than old? With age, we learn. We learn what makes us happy and then with age, we pursue it. I look back at my twenties...my first real decade of adulthood and what a decade that was. I can honestly say it was a happy decade. I remember a lot of laughter, adventures, and smiles. I became a wife. I became a mother. I learned more about myself in those ten years than in any other phase of my life.
But now, I know. I know what I want and who I am.
Here's the exciting part. In a lot of ways, those trial years are behind me now. I've grown into the person I am now, so now I can fully BE the person I am now. I can pursue my dreams and goals with the obstinate drive of someone who has been through the rights and the wrongs. Someone who knows how quickly the time passes and how wasteful self-doubt can be. Someone who has been around the world and met so many different people and taken bits and pieces of all that to create the mosaic of me.
I'm growing older, but life is not a hill. Why must we peak in the middle? Maybe life is really a steady climb, with no descent. The majority of our mistakes behind us, the lessons learned, the experience under our belt.

And now, at thirty, I have more momentum than I have ever had. I cannot wait to see what the next thirty have in store.


Apr 21, 2013

Guest Post Book Review: The Promise of Stardust

Today, we have another guest post! I have to say, the feedback I received from everyone who offered to help me out while I'm in transit has been so incredibly supportive. I love that I have friends no matter where I move now. Today's guest post is a book review of sorts from Erica of Looking to the Stars. Erica is so sweet (and clearly gorgeous), and we almost had the chance to meet while I was in D.C., but unfortunately, traveling through a big city with two kids and a grumpy husband does not leave me with a lot of free social time. (boo) Next time, I'll leave them at the hotel. Anyway...here's Erica!

Hello everyone! A big thank you to Jessica for having me here today. My little corner of the world can be found over at Looking to the Stars. I write about all things that make me happy.

I love talking about my family and friends; movies and television; and

BOOKS! There is one book in particular that I would love to share with you.

The Promise of Stardust, by Priscille Sibley

I’m not going to lie – I judge books by their covers. This book cover has all of my favorite colors in it and there’s a heart and it’s sparkly! Here is what the book jacket says:

Matt Beaulieu was two year old the first time he held Elle McClure in his arms, seventeen when he first kissed her under a sky filled with shooting stars, and thirty-three when they wed. Now in their late thirties, the deeply devoted couple has everything – except that baby they’ve always wanted.

When a tragic accident leaves Elle brain-dead, Matt is devastated. Though he cannot bear losing her, he knows his wife, a thoughtful and adventurous scientist, feared only one thing – a slow death. Just before Matt agrees to remove Elle from life support, the doctors discover that she is pregnant. Now what was once a clear-cut decision becomes an impossible choice. Matt knows how much this child would have meant to Elle. While there is no certainty her body can sustain the pregnancy, he is sure Elle would want the baby to have a chance. Linney, Matt’s mother, believes her son is blind with denial. She loves Elle, too, and insists that Elle would never want to be kept alive by artificial means, no matter what the situation.

Divided by the love they share, driven by principle, Matt and Linney fight for what each believes is right, and the result is a disagreement that escalates into a controversial legal battle, ultimately going beyond one family and one single life.

The Promise of Stardust hit me to the core with every page. It goes back and forth from the present day to when Matt & Elle were growing up together.

Before reading this book I had never heard of an “Advanced Directive” or a “Living Will.” That’s the big nut in this book that everyone is arguing over. I had never really thought about what I would want done. Ya know, if I was not able to made decisions on my own. It really started making me think about who I would want to make my decisions for me. I am already an organ donor, that’s settled. It’s definitely something to think about.

Well everyone, that's all I've got :) I definitely recommend The Promise of Stardust if you are interested in a story about doing whatever it takes for the one you love!

Thank you again, Jessica, for having me over. Come check out Looking to the Stars. I would love to have you!

Around Here, There and Everywhere v.4

Hello there! As you probably know, this past two weeks has been a very busy one for us. And if don't know, we moved from Alabama to Germany this past week. I've been meaning to share our journey (so far) but it's been difficult to make this post happen. I've been so tired, overwhelmed, busy, or just cramped and unable to find the creative writing juices necessary to make this anymore than a boring log of events.
So, here we go. This is what the past 14 days have been like for us...
The adventure started last Monday. In one impossibly short day, we had to cross about twenty tasks off of our to-do list including clearing housing and taking Heidi to get her health certificate. The stars aligned and we were able to finish it all in time to leave Fort Rucker around 4pm. In case you're wondering, allow me to explain WHY we did all of the traveling before flying to Germany. Well, all military flying to Germany must fly out of Baltimore. Usually the Army will pay for us to fly from Atlanta to Baltimore; however, we would have to pay an extra flight fee for Heidi to fly that extra leg of the trip, which if you have ever flown a pet anywhere, you would know it's PRICEY. Instead, we chose to just drive ourselves to Baltimore, which the Army would also pay for, so it clearly made more sense this way. And if you're already driving through five states, why not make a trip out of it, right? So, we decided to visit some of our favorite places on the way...
Our first stop was Atlanta. I love this city, a whole heck of a lot. It's not scary big, but still has that metro/modern feel that I'm obsessed with. It also has a retro-hipster underground scene that still takes me by surprise everytime I visit. This time we went primarily for the aquarium. We've been before, but Jude was too tiny to see it, so I really wanted him to experience the world's largest aquarium and its four giant whale sharks. We had a blast, naturally.
We only spent the one day in Atlanta. The next morning, we were back on the road and headed to my other favorite Georgia city.
You probably know that we lived in Savannah for 5 years before we moved to Alabama. Savannah is really one of the most beautiful cities. Even though this stop was out of our way, we knew this would be our last chance for a while to see our "almost-hometown," so we made a slight detour to say goodbye. We were able to have dinner with some old friends, and took in the beauty of the historical downtown landscape. If you've never been, you must go.

So far, the trip was without any real catastrophes, other than a few pinched fingers. The hotels were pretty nice so far and we hadn't managed to get lost. After a couple days in Savannah, we were back on the road again. This time it was due north to Baltimore. However, our good luck was beginning to run out. After an hour on the road, we realized we had left the one, completely irreplacable item we owned at the hotel: Jeremy's 30 year old baby blanket that Jude is now desperately attached to. Thankfully, we were only an hour away, right? Because we were driving both of our cars, Jeremy just turned around and headed back. I had some friends that live along our route, so we hung out for a few hours in North Carolina while Jeremy did the backtracking and finally caught up. Crisis averted, and we were back on the road for Baltimore...another six hours away.

We drove through the nations capital around midnight...and hit bumper-to-bumper traffic...at midnight. Then, we got lost...at midnight...on D.C. freeways. It was not fun, friends. Finally, we found our way out of the city and arrived in Balitmore around 1:00am. The night had more in store for us. We checked into our hotel to a room on the third floor with a completely broken window. It smelled and there were dead bugs all over the window sill. They gave us a new room, but I told them we would not be staying more than one night, and promptly checked out in the morning. Thankfully we found a much nicer hotel in the same area. Is there anything worse than a gross hotel?

Later that afternoon, we headed back to the madness that was downtown D.C.

We didn't get lost this time. In fact, it was BEAUTIFUL day in D.C. The city was very easy to navigate and eventhough we didn't see half of the National Mall, we did see four major attractions within four hours of walking, so it's really a very easy city to sightsee. I used this app to navigate the sights, one of my new favorite travel apps. I'm so glad that we took the time to see the city.

The following day we just stuck around the hotel and packed and prepared for the LONG day coming. Because the next day...was fly day.

Not surprisingly, this was a LONG day. Mostly because it was two days in one with no bed in between. The kids behaved perfectly and the whole day(s) went pretty uneventfully. After landing in Germany, we then had to take a bus to our base (bottom right photo).

Now, we are semi-settled here in Germany. The hotel we are staying at is wonderful. It's big and they have free coffee round the clock in the lobby. I don't need much more than that. We're in the process of learning the area, meeting people, recovering from jetlag and inprocessing into the system here. It's not easy, though. We don't have a car, and can't rent one until we get our German driver's licenses. We don't have real cell phones yet and nothing is nearby or easy here. Thank the heavens for free WiFi.
And the grand finale of our moving struggles...Jonathan took a little leap off the swings at the park on Thursday and broke his arm. Upon screaming "I broke my arm," my only fear was that I was going to pull up his sleeve to dangle arm or even worse...exposed bone. ((SHIVER)) Thank GAWD that was not the case. In fact, I comforted him and told him there was no way it was broken because he could move it and it wasn't swollen. Other than shouting, he didn't even cry. To be on the safe side, we made him a doctor's appointment the next day. And through the greatest trials of hell, we barely got him to the clinic in time. Why the trials of hell you ask? Well as soon as we got on the bus, poor Jude puked all over himself. So, here I am, stranded with no cell phone, no car, a toddler covered in puke and a kid with a broken arm. Rock bottom, people. Thankfully, a soldier who recognized Jeremy appeared (from God?) and drove us to the doctor. And the x-ray showed a fracture and the need for a pretty new blue cast. I'm just glad he wasn't in much pain. And now he gets to be the new kid at school with a cast. Plus, he's adorable. Win/win.
From there, the rest of the weekend has been relaxing. We are fairly certain we have passed the trials placed before us and things will be pretty low-key from here on. ((FINGERS CROSSED / KNOCK ON WOOD)) We start looking at apartments next week. I'm excited about finding our new home...but then I'll have to give up my free coffee in the lobby...so it's a toss up.
Thanks for sticking through all of that, if you did. I hope you've been enjoying some of the guest posts I've had this past week. There are even more to come. And a BIG thanks to those of you who have helped me out. It was such a relief knowing that the blog wasn't collecting dust while I've been moving all over God's creation.

Once we do find our new place, I promise there will be photos and maybe even a VLOG? If you have anycuriosity questions involving military moves of this caliber, ask away. I know it can seem confusing to others.


Apr 18, 2013

Book-Lover of the Month: Brighton

Our second Book-Lover of the Month is my sweet friend, Brighton! Brighton answered all of my interview questions, and I hope you follow her blog if you don't already. She and I have some major book favorites in common. She's a romance genre guru, so if you're interested in that genre, go to her for advice!

Here she is...

My favorite book-related post would be the very first one I wrote about children's book which was my favorite children's books for Halloween (http://www.simplebrighton.com/2012/09/best-halloween-books-for-kids.html). It's what gave me the idea for my 31 days of books series that I did in October.

There are a lot of books I read for entertainment and just because but the one book that I hold closest to my heart is Little House on the Prairie. My grandfather bought me the whole set of my birthday when I was younger and it was the first set of books that I ever considered "mine". It took me a long time to read through them all but after I finished each one I would talk about the story with my grandfather. We would talk about what happened to the characters and how things were different from the pioneer days. I did watch the tv show occasionally but I preferred the books instead.

It's hard to articulate why reading is special to me. I've loved to read as long as I can remember. When we were kids and would go shopping and be allowed to pick out a toy I always choose a book. Always. I guess I could say that I love how reading can take you to a different place every time you open the pages. I can immerse myself in a world that is not my own and go places that I'll most likely never travel to. I can meet people from all walks of life and experience things that I wouldn't normally in my everyday life. Reading is something that can influence my mood in good ways and bad ways. It can pick me up from a bad mood or send me there just as quickly.

Thanks, Brighton!

If you're interested in being the Book-Lover of the Month, please check it out here.

Next up: Harley & Jane


the.book.chat. {coffee table books}

Hello book chatters!

Our co-host today is Steph from Scarves, etc. She's a fashion blogger, teacher and book lover. I asked her choose today's topic, and it's a pretty cool one. I think she has something cool to share with us today involving books and weddings. Can't wait to see it! Please go over and say hi.

When I think of coffee table books, I think of books that grab my interest with the cover and concept. I don't normally think of coffee table books as something you read, but more as a piece of decor. I like the idea of having a coffee table book around that is just nice to pick up once and a while, and browse through. Something my guests will pick up. I like the idea of having books out that say something about who I am.

Here are a few coffee table books on my wishlist...

Iconic modern-day music poster designs by graphic artist Jason Munn


I have a book similar to this one. I love just flipping through it.

How could you resist picking this one up? You couldn't.



I'm sure there are many, many more out there. I had never really sat down and thought about getting a coffee table book, but now I really want to shop. I'm so glad we had this topic. Thanks, Steph!

What are your favorite coffee table books? What's on your wishlist?


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Next weeks topic: What's the strangest book you've ever read?