On the Night Table [30]: Dangerous Lies



It’s been a while since I’ve done of these, and based on my track record, I’ve rarely succeeded on sticking to my reading plans on a weekly basis. Especially with the kind of struggle I’ve been going through lately. Let’s hope I’ll be able to do better this week.

On the mend

The last few weeks had been so difficult. And as much as I don’t want to whine about it on the blog, I think at this point, it’s quite unavoidable. Reading and blogging has been severely affected, so I feel like I have no choice but to mention it. I entertained the fact of taking a break on the blog, but I fear that if I did, I won’t find the strength to come back. Depending on how today goes (my first day on a different job), I’m hoping I can at least put this career-on-a-limbo business to rest. So yesterday, I sat down and gave myself a stern talking to. I need to girl up and snap out of this nonsense. I decided enough is enough. I’ve made choices – wrong and right ones in the past, so it’s time to swallow this pill.

Dangerous Lies by Becca Fitzpatrick

This book came in the mail last week when I desperately needed something to perk myself up. I don’t know much about it, but I know that it’s been garnering some attention. Have you read this one yet? Did you like/hate it? I hope it’s good, because I need to pull myself out of this reading funk.

Staring at the walls

I’ve always imagined how my life would be like if I’m not tied to a job. I imagined blissful days of doing nothing but read. That’s certainly not been the case.  I’ve done nothing but contemplate about life. Ugh. Here I go again channeling Debbie Downer. Lol. Anyway, thanks again for not giving up on me, even though I wanted to give up on myself. 


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