So, as much as I loved reading my Halloween Bingo books, for the last two weeks I've been longing to grab books that were not fitting any of the squares. 

Something... I don't know, but I ended up looking at Woolf and Lawrence or Ford or more Manning.

And now that I am free to pick any book at random, I find myself standing in front of my shelves (physical and electronic) and none of the buggers seems to call out to me as my next read. 

Gaaah. 

Just so you all know, I am running on caffeine today because after finishing my book (Medicine River by Thomas King) last night I thought it was a great idea to have a tiny wee peek at my next read... One hundred-odd pages later, there were not enough hours left of the night to get some real sleep.

On the plus side: The TBR-busting is going well. ;)