Swaying Stacks ~ by Maressa Mortimer
I only found out a few years ago what a TBR Pile stands for. I didn’t even have one, just a few books I had waiting for a quiet evening. When the children joined, eight years ago now, I couldn’t read for a whole year. I wouldn’t have believed it if somebody had warned me of this. How can you not read? When I started writing, my evenings suddenly were filled with storytelling rather than reading. Even now, three years later, I have to make time to read as well as write. That means that some evenings only one of them gets done. English isn’t my first language, and one of the things I noticed is that I have no idea what books to choose from. In the Netherlands, I had a few writers that I liked and I was familiar with others that I might read if I couldn’t find anything else in their ginormous library. When I moved to England, it was different. The only authors I recognised were Enid Blyton, Shakespeare, George Orwell and Roald Dahl. We had to read several books in English, and al...