At the end of the day, don’t we all just want to pour melted butter onto a raging snowstorm in front of a crackling fire?

I can't be the only one that sang I'll make love to you if you want me to in the lap of a fraudulent Santa

What was your book of the year?

There‘s two types of people:

-The basic ones that think the Enya song is called ‘Sail away’

-The wise ones who know it’s actually called ‘Orinoco Flow’

GUESS WHOS GOING TO THE BOOKSTORE

I don’t know who needs to hear this then I salute you

I don't know who needs to hear this, but you don't need to justify your reading preferences and choices to anyone. Audiobooks count as reading. Also, you don't have to finish books you don't enjoy. Don't read to impress, read for yourself. Life's too short, love yourself, ok?

Signed, a librarian.

STOP 🛑

This is a reading check point! 📋

Tell me what you’re reading right now! 👀

#booksky

I’m not currently pouring melted butter into a crackling fireplace on a snowy day whilst indulging in multiple books and freshly-baked books, so no, I’m afraid your email didn’t “find me well”.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but it’s perfectly acceptable to answer “butter dripping onto an open fire” when someone asks what your weekend plans are.

Not sure who needs to read this but if all you do is become a scandalous amount of pastries next to a crackling fire then I salute you

If all you books is a crumpet dripping with butter next to a crackling fire then I salute you

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