I'm pretty sure I've fallen into some sort of time slip. While April seemed to drag on and on, the month of May flew by in a flash. Despite being busy (as usual) and reading some longer books this month, I still managed to read ten books (and DNFed two), and I'm so proud. The slump is officially over! Hooray!
I say it every month, but at this point I don't even care -- how is it already June? Where did the last month go? I feel like I'm missing a week or two of May because this is ridiculous. May was a great month for reading -- which may account for the time slip -- and I managed to read 16 books this month! What? To be fair, half of those were graphic novels and the other half were novels, but whatever. It all counts, right?