Series I’m Currently Reading

A little while ago I took a glimpse at the books I’ve read so far and noticed that I had started quite a few series of which I have finished none. It made me wonder just how many series I’m currently reading and how far I’m into them. The result isn’t looking too good …

I started a crushing amount of – wait for it – 22 series. I nearly fainted. Well, not really, but I did find myself shocked when I came to that conclusion. I had an inkling that I wasn’t doing very well, of course. Even so, 22 series … That’s a lot of books left to be read. Luckily, I don’t plan to continue all of them, but my problem with unread series needs to be addressed. Let’s go back in time and take a look at the series in chronological order, starting with the most recent.

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Skulduggery Pleasant: Read 1 of 10 (Photo credit: Elliot Hyland)

Near the end of May 2017 I read Skulduggery Pleasant by Derek Landy, the first volume in a series of the same name. It’s an enjoyable middle grade story about a living skeleton that can do magic and works as a detective. As you can see I’ve still got a long way to go, with number ten published this month.
I’m not sure yet if Skulduggery Pleasant will manage to keep me interested for duration of the entire series, but the first volume was entertaining enough to want to tackle the second one in due course.

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London Book Haul #1

I enjoy adding exciting new books to my collection, but unlike many booktubers and bookbloggers I buy way too little books to be doing book haul posts on a regular basis. Usually I buy a few books every two – three months. It’s not much, but given my fairly slow reading speed sufficient to expand my already enormous TBR pile even more.

There’s one exception. Whenever I travel to London, which is usually at least once every two years, I can’t possibly resist all those gorgeous bookshops. It sounds ridiculous to spend so much money on books in London, knowing that I could order them in my own bookshop at a discount. There’s something satisfying about browsing in English bookshops, though. Being able to choose my favourites from thousands of titles, being able to pick them up and flip through them. It feels so much more real and fulfilling than simply ordering one specific title at my own bookshop. That’s also the main reason why I prefer bookshops over online shopping.
And since books are more expensive in Belgium, the reduction I’m denying myself makes little difference anyway.

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