There are worse problems to have than too many great books and not enough time.
Right now I’m deep in The Faith of Beasts, Book 2 of the Captive’s War series, and it has absolutely lived up to everything the first book promised, while weaving in the novella. Waiting in the wings is A Parade of Horribles, the newest Dungeon Crawler Carl installment, which I’ve been looking forward to for months. And after that, Clown Town, Book 9 in Mick Herron’s Slough House series, which means I get to spend more time with Jackson Lamb being terrible and brilliant in equal measure.
These are some of my favorite writers doing some of their best work, and the fact that all three are stacked up in my reading queue at the same time feels like genuinely good fortune.
The only wrinkle is that I’m also supposed to be researching my next book. So somewhere between a fantasy war epic, a dungeon-crawling apocalypse, and Britain’s most dysfunctional spy agency, I’m meant to be taking notes and thinking serious writerly thoughts.
It’s a good problem to have. A great one, honestly. But my to-do list and my reading list are currently in open conflict, and I’m not entirely sure which one is winning.