I have a book buying addiction, and I cannot lie. Particularly when it comes to acquiring books at a significantly faster rate than I can read them. Death by ominously towering TBR pile appears exceedingly imminent at the moment and certainly would not come as a shock. I use TBRing as a verb – that’s often the first indicator of a
problem adorably cute bookish habit that all readers should partake in.
Here at Brewing Up Books, we use a five cauldron system to rate the books, movies, and TV shows that we discuss from week to week. As an extremely indecisive person, I often struggle with determining a numerical rating for each work that I review, and half cauldrons do nothing to improve matters. After all, what distinguishes a book that receives 3 cauldrons from one that receives 3.5? Are they really all that different?
There are days when we open our blinds, groan, and collapse back into a pile of blankets and pillows and wish we had never woken up (these usually follow the finishing of an amazing night where you stayed up till 3 a.m. reading a fantabulous book). But, there are also absolutely enchanting days that spellbind you into wanting nothing more than to curl into your favorite chair and get lost between the pages of a novel.