Here We Go Again. Hopefully.

I failed my second attempt to get back into reading romance for pleasure, but I'll blame my disappointment with romance in general lately. Also, reading has been difficult for me until I got my new glasses this summer; now I can read with no problem.

Still, to try a third time seems like an exercise in futility, but I'm nothing if not determined. I'd also like to try to journal again while I can still write. While we were at a local antique mall I spotted two reasonably priced blind date with a book (doubles, in fact) along with a scary fantasy novel and even a little handmade junk journal. This might work.

The junk journal and fantasy novel will help me on my quests.

I love junk journals, and this one is small. I should be able to fill it up in a couple of days.

I invested in these blind date with a books because they were quite cheap and I love the mystery. Let's see what I got.

The seller tucked some nice little bonus items in the folds, too. The bookmarks are very handy, and I like the small tubes of handcream, of which I can never have enough.

The small package had these Harlequin romances from the 80's. I have never read either, so I'm on a roll already.

The large package had two very nice hardcover romances. I vaguely remember reading a Julie Garwood novel once a long time ago, but it wasn't this one. I am probably the only female on the planet who has't read any of LaVyrle Spencer's books. Something about her name always put me off. So now I have no excuse.

I'm giving myself until the end of the year to read these books and report back on them here on the blog. Wish me luck. :)

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