It's that time again. The time when books pile up and become permanent modern art fixtures in the apartment. When my Kindle figuratively groans under the weight of the ARCs I have.
In the month of March, I'm not going to check out any new books. The only books I'll read and review are ones I already have at home.
I can do this. I can do this. If Rey can fly the Millennium Falcon, I can do this.