2019 is already shaping up to be another epic year in literature. Narrowing down the my TBR to ten books I am most excited for was surprisingly easy--and VERY on brand for me. Two Cassandra Clare books? Two Krista and Becca Ritchie books? One A.G. Howard?

I'm fairly certain I should just save some time and awkwardly propose to them in advance. Although, that's probably very weird so, like, I guess I should just pledge myself to be forever in their service? 'Cos that's DEFINITELY less creepy. *crickets* Don't answer that. I'm getting off topic again and wow, colour me shocked.

I almost typed colour me socked which works too. My socks are really cute. They're what I call my Disco Santa socks that my very best-friend got me for Christmas YEARS ago.

I know, I know, we're way past Christmas but my feet aren't and that's really what counts. Forget "it's what's inside that counts" it's all about...Stop talking, Jessica. You're rambling again. You're scaring your readers and probably attracting some weird inquiries in the future.

Well, now that I've embarrassed myself for, hang on let me check my notebook, the fifty-fifth time since this morning, let's just get right to the books.