Blitz + Giveaway: The Lucky One

The Lucky One
Sylvie Stewart
(Carolina Connections, #3)
Publication date: May 11th 2017
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance

When your luck runs out, do you run away—or do you stay and fight?

Let’s get one thing straight. I am not your typical girl. Sure I’ve got all the parts, but I’ve been a stubborn, irreverent tomboy since the womb, as my Irish father would proudly attest. Despite my Irish blood, I’ve had a bit of bad luck here and there—I recently trusted the wrong guy and got derailed in my professional pursuits. But I’ve bounced back. With my shields firmly in place, I thought nothing, or no one, could touch me again. Until he did. And he just might make this tomboy do the girliest thing in the world—fall head over heels in love. Of all the damn luck…

I’m a pretty lucky guy. I have a phenomenal family, a career I love, and I’m building a brand-new life back in my hometown. And, not to be a jerk about it, but I do more than all right with the ladies. Everything’s been going according to plan—like I said, I’m a lucky guy.

That was, until my luck ran out.

Until I met the girl I call “Irish.”

Irony can go kiss my a$$.

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I was struck again by the thought that everyone in the world seemed to be good with kids but me. And how unfair was it that Jake Beckett was not only hot as sin and a wizard in the sack, but he was also nice to small people and fainting women?

What was I supposed to do with that?

We finally pulled into the driveway and I hopped out quickly to avoid any awkward assistance that might be offered. Seeming to need no invitation, Jake followed us inside and closed the door behind him.

I took a deep breath and firmed my back as well as my resolve.

“As you can see, we’re all fine. I appreciate your concern—and the burritos—but everything is under control. We’ll go ahead and get on with our day and you can get on with yours.” I held my hand out toward the door like some damn restaurant hostess.

“Uh-huh,” he replied and had the nerve to lean against the entryway wall and put his hands in his pockets.

What was this? Was he posing for a bachelor-of-the-month calendar?


I performed the hostess gesture yet again.

This time it received a grin.

“What?!” I demanded.

He looked me up and down. “Uh-huh.”

I became acutely aware of my attire and general appearance in that moment. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

My hair was in a messy ponytail and I was dressed in athletic shorts and a men’s t-shirt. I didn’t need to look down to know there was a ketchup stain on the hem and a dinosaur riding a bicycle on the front. I have no explanation.

I urged myself to ignore Jake’s look and not even attempt to interpret it.

This moment perfectly captured the reason all Jake’s texts and calls had gone unanswered over the past three weeks.

He wasn’t texting me.

He was texting the girl from the wedding.

The girl I’d pretended to be for one night.

The girl I would never be.

The one I couldn’t afford to be.

(Copyright 2017 Sylvie Stewart)


Sylvie Stewart’s addiction to books has been a lifelong problem. It was the cause of many scoldings when her mother discovered Sylvie army-crawling to the bookshelf after lights out. And it is the reason her husband would have a fairly solid case if he claimed “alienation of affection” and pointed a finger at her e-reader (a.k.a “The Precious”). Never-the-less, books are in Sylvie’s heart to stay, and she has transformed her love of books into a career as an author.

A recent move to North Carolina inspired Sylvie’s debut Romantic Comedy series. Carolina Connections is a collection of standalone novels based in her new hometown, and it combines her love of romance, humor, and sexy times. There is also some wine drinking incorporated in there, as this is another of Sylvie’s passions. Perhaps a future story will also involve kayaking, a new interest in Sylvie’s life. Experience has taught her that you can’t kayak and drink wine simultaneously, though, so don’t try this at home!

The Fix, The Spark, and The Lucky One are now available. The fourth book in the Carolina Connections series will release in Fall 2017.. That is, if Sylvie’s eight-year-old twins will stop trying to peek at her laptop while she’s writing. That might lead to some awkward parent-teacher conferences.

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Blitz + Giveaway: Written In Blood

Written In Blood
Alex R. Carver
Publication date: April 4th 2017
Genres: Adult, Thriller

A peaceful village torn apart by murder, mistrust, and a desire for revenge.

When Oakhurst’s daughters begin to turn up, brutally murdered and with accusatory words carved into their skin, the residents of the small, close-knit community are unwilling to believe that one of their own might be a killer. Suspicion falls on the village’s newest resident, Zack Wild, attractive, charming, author of violent crime novels, and possessor of a dark history; he seems like the perfect suspect. As the investigation continues, the evidence against Wild mounts, but is prejudice against the newcomer affecting the judgment of Sergeant Mitchell, Constable Turner thinks so; she is determined to bring the killer to justice, no matter who it is, or what she has to do. Who will be proved right, and will they catch the killer before he can strike again?

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The greeting that rose to his lips died there when he caught sight of the person on his doorstep. The first thing he saw was a pair of tanned legs, followed by a red micro mini-skirt that was only a little bigger than a belt, then a red top, cut low to show off the cleavage and so skin-tight he couldn’t help thinking that it must be at least one size too small. From the skirt and top his eyes took in the rest of the figure, which he liked very much – he could not remember the last time he saw someone in such a revealing outfit, at least not in person – before moving up to the face.

He quickly cut off his thoughts when he saw how young his visitor was. She had the body of a woman, but it was clear from her face that she was a teen, no older than sixteen. He couldn’t think why such a provocatively-dressed teen would be on his doorstep at any time, let alone at a quarter past two on a Friday afternoon, when he was sure she should be at school, and for a few moments he just stood there, staring.

“Hello,” he finally managed to say.

“You’re Zack Wild,” Lucy said excitedly, the last of her nerves gone now that she was there and she saw how he looked at her – the same way almost every other male did, regardless of their age.

“That’s right,” Zack agreed. He was still getting used to people reacting to him in that fashion, though he didn’t think he would ever become truly comfortable with the semi-fame that came with being a best-selling author. “And you are?”

“Lucy, Lucy Goulding, I’m a huge fan,” she declared breathlessly. Her nervousness might be gone, chased away by her usual confidence, but she wasn’t yet in complete control of herself – she was as attracted to Zack Wild as she suspected he was to her, and his looks were having an effect on her.

“Hello, Lucy,” Zack shook her hand briefly. “I wouldn’t have thought my books were the sort of thing a girl like you would read,” he said. He was not interested in such things, but his agent had provided him with a breakdown of his reading audience, which told him that it was mostly twenty to forty-five year olds that read his books.

“Oh I absolutely love them,” Lucy enthused. “I love them all. I’ve read everything you’ve written. I borrowed the first one from my dad, and just had to get the rest. Your true crime books are great, but I prefer your Inspector Deakins books. Would you sign them; I’ve brought them all with me.”


Alex Carver has worked a number of jobs over the years, none of which provided the satisfaction he got from writing, and he has now given up the day jobs to write full-time. Primarily he writes crime fiction, reflecting his interest in the seedy underbelly of life, but science fiction and kids adventure have featured in his writing, with books in those genres on the long list of titles he is preparing for release.

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Cover Characteristics: Wolves

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This is a new meme hosted by Sugar & Snark. It came about when Sugar was wondering which cover to use for her #70 Cover of the Week post. Sugar kept on thinking of more than one, and they all seemed to have a theme/characteristic. So she decided to switch things up a bit!

Each week we will post a characteristic and choose 5 of our favorite covers with that characteristic. If you want to join in and share your 5 favorite covers with the week’s particular characteristic, then just make a post, grab the meme picture (or make your own) and leave your URL in Linky (so we can visit). You don’t even need to participate, just stopping by and saying hi would be great! Don’t forget to stop by the other participants!


Like elephants, I have always revered wolves. I don’t know why, exactly. One of my older cousin’s (whom I was close to growing up) favorite animal is a wolf, but we also had a family dog named Wolf. I was convinced he was part wolf, but I don’t really know. I’ll keep the dream alive, though. He was a terrific dog.


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Sunday Post ~ A Break

0abf9b9e-b7ac-4d59-b451-7eb7c64ea1b9_zps47hi5hueThe Sunday Post is a weekly meme hosted by Kimba @ Caffeinated Book Reviewer. It’s a chance to share news, a post to recap the past week on your blog, showcase books and things received, and share news about what is coming up on the blog for the week ahead. To get in on the Sunday funday, see the rules here: Suday Post Meme.


After two weeks of a window agonizing over my observation and when my principal would come do it (you know, following a month and a half of dates already long past), she finally came…to my class from hell. The last class of the day, 90% (or more) ELL, with more than a handful of friends with behavior problems. Oh well, it’s over.

This week is state testing, so I get to count ceiling tiles and assign my students new names or superhero powers or whatever in my head for five hours. We’re also starting our final unit. Research isn’t a liked unit, but I’m hoping we get to make it fun by using this as the second part of our Shark Week PBL.

My yearbook students are also working on this project for those higher up that will be shown to district leadership, and there have been SO many ups and downs with it that I am very discouraged and upset. I’m not in charge – although originally I was, everything was entirely dumped in my lap and it was a “figure it out” thing. Now this is not the case, and all the work my students have outlined and prepared for is being swiped out of their hands. I don’t feel my voice in this is being heard at all, but then again I’ve never been good at blowing smoke.


My teaching partner and I treated ourselves to much-needed pedicures on Monday. I dragged her out the door after the building cleared. We went to dinner afterwards (with her daughter) and just had an enjoyable time doing nothing related to work. It was nice and fun and her kid is so interested and compassionate. She even asked me if we could be friends when she grew up. I asked her why we couldn’t be friends right now, and she tilted her head and smiled.

After lunch on Monday I started feeling sick to my stomach, and I was still feeling bad when I got home (despite pedicure and enjoyable time), so I took Tuesday off. And I realized something about myself: I feel bad for not even feeling I can ask for a day off for my health. I have some coworkers who just tell our P that they aren’t coming in. I was still not feeling great on Wednesday, and I slept literally all weekend. I got up at 9 on Saturday morning and slept on the couch until noon, and Sunday I didn’t crawl out of bed until noon.

I also had my first drink of 2017! I know, right? I’m not a drinker by any means, and I always get an eyebrow raise at a new doctor’s when they ask “You RARELY drink alcohol?” I only had one drink last year, on my brother’s birthday. And none the year prior. I think that qualifies. Last weekend The Man bought a wine a friend and I sampled a few years ago at a local wine shop, and I cracked it open on Friday night. I am not a wine drinker, I find it way too dry and it usually makes me gag, but this one is a rose that tastes almost like a watermelon Jollyrancher. It’s also interesting because The Man bought it for me and he is a staunch non-alcoholic. When we dated before (2011), he had an intense opinion of anyone who drank. I remember feeling horrible for just ordering a strawberry daiquiri on a date way back then for the look he gave me. And here he is buying $12 wine for me. 🙂




I currently have 17 scheduled posts, and no more time to work on anything new, so…

I’m taking an unplanned, slightly unwanted, hiatus.

I don’t know how long I will be absent. It might be a month, it might be a little longer. I just don’t know. With the super secret announcement (that I still can’t reveal yet), and some follow-up stuff for it, I just don’t have time. It’s like the super secret announcement and the upcoming move and rearranging life are consuming me entirely. I am most definitely burning the candle at both ends.


Who She Was



  • Monday
    • Cover Characteristics ~ Wolves
  • Tuesday
    • Top Ten Tuesday ~ TBD
    • Teaser Tuesday & Intro ~ TBD
    • Blitz + Giveaway ~ Written in Blood
  • Wednesday
    • WWW Wednesday
  • Thursday
    • ?
  •  Friday
    • Feature Follow Friday ~ TBD
    • Book Blogger Hop #20


Blitz + Giveaway: Who She Was

Who She Was
Stormy Smith
Publication date: May 4th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult

Trevor Adler loathes the music he used to love, but it’s the key to his full-ride scholarship and the ticket away from his dysfunctional parents. To kick off their freshman year, Trevor’s roommate drags him to a frat party, where he ends up face-to-face with his childhood best friend and finds himself entrenched in memories he’d rather forget.

Unable to let Charlie go again without understanding the truth of why she disappeared from his life and chose to become the type of person they always hated, Trevor is relentless in his pursuit of the girl he once knew.

Charlotte (Charlie) Logan is broken. Under her perfectly-crafted exterior are the shards of a shattered heart. A handful of angry words changed her life completely and Charlie’s never been able to forgive herself for the truth she’s hidden from everyone.

While Trevor pushes Charlie to remember the music that lit her soul and the laughter they shared, they find themselves reverting to a banter-filled rhythm that feels all too familiar, yet different now. When Trevor’s own secrets come to light, it becomes clear he and Charlie both must face their tragic pasts if they have any hope at a future together.

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Chapter One


“Are you guys ready for this?”

The overly-excited frat boy in charge yelled into the microphone and the backyard of the Sigma Alpha house hit deafening levels. Inside their dingy kitchen, I shared a wary look with a few of the Kappa pledges.

“As much fun as we’re already having tonight, it’s about to get real! The fifth annual dating auction is about to start. That means the only thing standing between you and a hot little sorority pledge is your parents’ money!”

A petite redhead who barely looked fifteen, let alone eighteen, drew back the curtain of the kitchen window to peek out as he continued and then giggled.

“I can’t believe rush week is finally here and tonight is the auction!” She actually clapped her hands together and I forced my eyes not to disappear into the back of my head. “I hope Austin bids on me,” she gushed. “He’s so hot.”

“And you will be yet another notch on his freshman bedpost,” I muttered before I could stop myself. The girl behind me in line stifled a chuckle, and I smiled knowing there was someone else who understood how absurd this was.

“Your mom was a Kappa, too?” She asked.

I nodded. The line of sorority pledges filed forward through the kitchen to the back door as the emcee announced the next piece of meat up for bid. I kept my eyes forward and not on the half-filled keg cups and ripped open chip bags.

“Can you believe we have to go through with this just to pledge?” The girl twisted a piece of her hair and I didn’t miss the fear that flashed in her eyes. “The worst part was when I told my mom, she was actually excited.”

We took another step forward as I shook my head in disbelief. I hadn’t bothered to even tell my mother since it wouldn’t have mattered. Getting in was all she was worried about and Katie was the only one who ever mattered to her.

Then, I was next. I swallowed down my own anxiety and pressed my sweating palms down my skirt. It was tight and high-waisted, and my heels were higher than I was comfortable with.
Katie would have loved me in it.

I missed my Chucks.
My name came over the crackling sound system and I felt warm fingers encircle my own.

“You’ll do great, Charlotte,” she encouraged. I hadn’t even bothered to ask her name and she’d been astute enough to pluck mine from the bio being read to the crowd. I gave her a tight-lipped smile and returned the gesture even though I wanted to yank my hand from hers and wipe it off again.

I pushed through the torn screen door and pulled the humid August air into my lungs as I straightened my posture and put one foot in front of the other. My smile was so automatic it didn’t matter that I didn’t feel it anywhere but the shift in my cheeks—not too much teeth to seem fake, just enough for no one to ever think anything was wrong.

The emcee’s voice was lost in the cat calls. I heard bids of anywhere from five dollars to twenty as they commented on my rack or how my long hair would come in handy. My fingers tapped out a familiar rhythm onto my hip, one that I refused to acknowledge, but it was the only way I could keep circling the rickety stage.

I had to get into this sorority. It was what she wanted. It wasn’t optional.

“Two hundred and fifty dollars.” His voice silenced the crowd.

My smile didn’t waver as I let out a longer exhale and thanked whoever he was while also praying he wasn’t a psycho.

A sweaty, drunk guy helped me off the stage, and I was thankful when my heels sunk slightly into the ground because it was over and all the attention shifted to the next piece of cattle. I followed the turning heads in the direction of my bidder, who was still lost in the crowd.

The crowd shifted as their attention focused back on the next pledge up for bid. The light from the porch found him and he stood facing me, clearly waiting. For a split second, time stopped.
He smirked, catching my pause. The baby-face Trevor had the last time I saw him was gone. Instead, angular features and questioning eyes stared back at me.

I wanted to spin on my heel and run the other direction. Trevor was the slip knot of my life. The carefully intertwined ropes I’d wrapped around the person I used to be — the one he alone had understood and yet still abandoned — could be unraveled with one tug. He could destroy me and everything I’d done to atone for my mistake.

No one knew what I’d done. How it was all my fault. I’d never told anyone so he couldn’t know. It was a secret I desperately wanted to share so I no longer had to bear it alone, but knew I couldn’t.

“Fancy meeting you here, Charlie,” Trevor said as he pushed his thick-rimmed glass up his nose, failing to convince me he was any more comfortable with our impromptu reunion than I was.

I didn’t need him anymore. He was the who’d disappeared and left me all alone. It didn’t matter that he was the one who knew the rhythm I tapped out to get through the worst of times. Or that in an instant I remembered what real laughter felt like and the feel of ivory under my fingertips. It couldn’t matter. Not anymore.

I charged forward, auto-smiled and played the part I’d cast for myself.

“Charlotte,” I stated. “My name is Charlotte.”


If you’re ready to spend 99 cents to find out what happens next, click here. I did! I can’t wait to hear what you think! 


Stormy Smith calls Iowa’s capital home now, but was raised in a tiny town in the Southeast corner of the state. She grew to love books honestly, having a mom that read voraciously and instilled that same love in her.

When she isn’t working on, or thinking about, her books, Stormy’s favorite places include bar patios, live music shows, her yoga mat or anywhere she can relax with her husband, twin sons or girlfriends.

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Book Blogger Hop #19


The Book Blogger Hop is a weekly meme hosted by Ramblings of a Coffee Addicted Writer. Each week poses a book-related question. The hop starts on Friday and ends on Thursday. The purpose is to give bloggers a chance to follow other blogs, learn about new books, befriend other bloggers, and receive new followers.

Do you re-arrange and move books around on the shelves or move books off of your bookshelves to another area after a certain amount of time or do you just leave them the way they are? (submitted by Elizabeth @ Silver’s Reviews)

Since getting my bookcase, I have now moved four times. Every time I unpack my books and start putting them on shelves based on my memory and on photos of where things were located, I can never get them back in the right place. Each time something is off and looks wrong and wasn’t how the books were on the shelves before the move. When I’m in this process of putting my bookcase back together I take books off and re-arrange books all around.

As for doing this at other random times throughout the year, it is rare. Typically I only do this when I get several new books and have to consider where to put them because I group books together by my own self-made categories (such as classics, YA, my British literature novels, favorite series, diverse reads, unread books, Story Plant books, etc.). Although now I’m itching to go make it prettier and do some re-arranging. 🙂

My Bullet Journal: My Collections


This is the third in a series of posts about My Bullet Journal Journey. I’ve sequenced the posts so that they chronicle my journey and are step-by-step guides for those of you considering starting your own. 

  • #1 – My Bullet Journal: Taking the Plunge (materials)
  • #2 – How to Get Started (terms and basic set up)
  • #3 – My Collections

I finally started bullet journaling thanks to several bloggers. Nereyda started the ball rolling and created this bujo movement, including Karen sharing hers. My inspiration for everything from legend to my March pages was inspired by Nereyda’s layouts. Now that I have this bullet journaling underway and understand how to work it all, I am going to start getting a little more creative and try to differentiate each month just a little.


Ryder Carroll, a digital product designer, created the bullet journal. He has his own website, which I didn’t find particularly helpful. But there is a separate blog called The Bulletjournalist that has all the good stuff. I set up my bullet journal following Nereyda’s steps, and after I had done January and February I realized some mistakes I made. If you haven’t ever done a bullet journal before, I strongly point you in the direction of The Bulletjournalist.

My Collections 










In my legend, I distinguished my collections with stars. As I added a new month and realized new collections I wanted to add, I understood where I went wrong in how I placed them. In my next bujo, I am going to start my collections at the back of my journal and work forward. I don’t want them stuck in the middle of month and weekly logs.

16406444_10154361584992643_9206858909223333852_nSince this was a lesson learned through experience, I decided to tab these pages. I set up little washi tape tabs on the sides of pages. The glitter tabs are for all of my blog and reading related lists and projects, the stripes are for financial trackers I set up, and the lacy green tab is for movies and recipes.

Personal Collections


This was the first thing I put in my bullet journal. It was a starting place and I actually like that it is in the front of my journal.

I decided I wanted to do an A-Z About Me page. I started working on it and got a few things filled in. It is hard for me to think about all of the letters of the alphabet and fill each one in. I slowly came back to this over the course of about two weeks and added a couple of things.

I didn’t force myself to choose only one thing for each letter, so that makes it more fun. I still have work to do with this one. I do know of one thing I need to add at this moment – Cera. The man and I adopted a dog in January (which you can see “Get Baby a sister” was a goal for January).

I have a lot of white space on the right side of the page, so I’m thinking of coming back and adding a drawing or well-placed sticker.


I started a bucket list in college. I still have that list somewhere around in my old writing notebook. At the time, that TV show about four guys completing their bucket list items was very trendy following the 2007 film The Bucket List.

I made some of the typical college student list items, like kiss someone in the pouring rain (which I did).

Now though, my bucket list items have changed. I still want to dig out my old notebook and find my original list and migrate any items over that I still want to accomplish, but I haven’t gotten that far yet.

I do want to learn to quilt, and my librarian friend just finished her quilt she’s been working on for years. I also want to write my novel. I started it off strong and wrote other little pieces for later parts of the book, and they are sitting around in my Google Drive still.


I also decided to keep a running wish list after reflecting on one of my December posts about the dreaded Christmas question.

The one item I want to purchase this year (you know, because of the big move out of my bungalow home and into the man’s already full home) is a jewelry armoire. I started looking at some and they are crazy expensive. I’ll have to set aside at least a grand for one, so not like I should be adding anything else to my list! lol

I do have a couple of items I’ve relegated to an Amazon Wish List that I need to copy down as well.


On the right side spread next to my wish list is a huge list of self-care items. I am horrible at taking care of myself. My coworkers and now my doctors (yes, more than one) are pointing that out. I let my job get in the way of my life way too much, and I am working on saying no and scaling back my devotion in order to take care of myself as everyone should. When I am in a moment of stress, or a moment when I make a conscious decision that I need to do something for me, I’ll go back and pull out this list.

This post was inspired by someone else’s self-care list on Instagram. I should have recorded who, but I cannot remember the user who shared her list. I changed a handful of items. Like running. Yeeaaaahhhh…that doesn’t work for me. 😀



I also made a spread for my allergies. I carry around a notebook in my purse that has these written in chicken scratch, and I never even use the damn notebook. I originally put it in my purse to write down ideas and things that inspired me while I was out and about in the world. So much for that.


I’ve seen many people doing a Year in Pixels page. I’m just keeping it simple and calling it a Mood Tracker. That’s what it is. I do like the idea of coloring in the boxes, though, and I might go back and do that.

I started my mood tracker with the first five moods. After introducing the bullet journal project to my yearbook students, my class that has my veteran students in it suggested I add a frustrated mood because they know I get frustrated about things, but it might not make it a mad, sad, bleh, or stressed day. I only added this at the tail end of January, so you won’t see that color until Febraury really.

I am also thinking I am still missing some moods. I don’t know if my bleh mood is really an alternative way to say content or not. I’ll be taking notes for next year’s bujo.


And with my mood tracker for the year is also my list of Things That Made Me Happy. The year started with a bang and I was able to record several happy moments or memories, or things that determined future happiness for the man and I.

My scratched out item is not a pregnancy announcement. That same yearbook class tried to immaculate conception me. For a week they were convinced the thing I wouldn’t show them was that I was pregnant. They crave love and happiness, no matter how salty and dramatic they are.

My scratched out item is related to work, and I talked about it a few weeks ago.



Two of my major reading challenges this year are to listen to more audiobooks (at least six) and my #1 priority is getting my NetGalley tackled.

I decided that keeping a list of the books I’ll be looking to choose from would be a good idea, and it will give me visual motivation to cross things off my lists. I am currently reading my third audiobook of the year and I already have read several NetGalley choices.


I also started a Series tracker. There are series I have started and never finished. Some I want to finish, and others (ahem, Diary of a Wimpy Kid) I’m not so inclined to finish. And then there are others that I want to start altogether that I’ve been meaning to and just never have.

I only had a couple series on my list, and my students helped me add a couple that I agreed to, and some I wasn’t sure about so I put those on a sticky note and have it sitting on the page.

After my students gave me ideas, I realized I wanted to read Agatha Christie’s series, so I added those to my list. I still have plenty of room for more!

I have a few more collections (movie, recipe, financial) that I’ve started, but I made some mistakes and I’m going to be fixing them. I’ll share my ooopsies and how I reinvented the pages in a subsequent post.

What other types of collections do you record? Do you have any suggestions for me?