To be honest, I cannot keep up with reviews of all the books I read. I read way too much, still too much, despite my best intentions.

The goal of one book per week (which is already excessive according to my husband) is a no-go. I need books to survive, and I cannot deny it; I don’t want to. It’s end-July, and I’ve read 34 books and re-read six. So this totals 40 books in 7 months. I won’t likely match the 80 books I’ve read in 2024, but I will be close.

It’s research. It’s a relaxing time. It’s a necessity. I will not apologize.

So, the new rule is: I will review my 5-star books—the ones you will need to read before you die. The ones I will remember for a very long, long time.

The ones that probably will rip your heart out! You’re welcome.