Ugh, it was our Book Club book in April, thereabouts, and I couldn't bring myself to read it. It wasn't my time, I guess.

That's the weird thing. I may buy specific books and have lists, but more often than not, the books and the order I read them in (if I read them at all) choose me more than anything. Sometimes, I buy a book and it sits around for years until one day I pick it up and, weirdly, it's the perfect fit for whatever is going on or how I'm feeling. Kinda spooky.