None of us ever know all the possible courses our lives could have and maybe should have taken. It’s probably just as well. Some secrets are meant to stay secret forever. Just ask Pandora.

~The Husband’s Secret by: Liane Moriarty



I’m trying ENDLESSLY not to spend ridiculous amounts of money at Barnes and Noble this week. (I have repeatedly added so many things to my cart online, I can’t imagine what would happen if I stopped at the actual store) How many book totes can one person possibly need? Well I’ll tell you: A LOT. I’m a tote fanatic and I’m in dire need of this compass tote with a quote from Herman Melville….SWOON. Have I mentioned I’m slightly a fan of the quotes? Maybe if I get out one of my other totes, I won’t feel the need to buy a new one…or if I checkout another stack from the library, it will appear as if I bought a new book. Let’s be honest…there is not substitution to coming home with a brand new book. Though my workplace does stifle the need to purchase new books as often as I’d like. :)

I’m smack dab in the middle of finals (however, after this I will only have to experience finals one more time in my LIFE, so it’s not all bad), thus I have little time for reading (but believe me if I’m not trying). I’m moving slowly but surely through everything I can get my hands on! Happy reading (and listening) all!

In my bag:
The Second Summer of the Sisterhood by: Ann Brashares
Ignite Me by: Tahereh Mafi

In my headphones:
Wicked Appetite by: Janet Evanovich
The Lake House by: Kate Morton

In my playlist:
Carry on my Wayward Son by: Kansas
Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters by: Elton John
Feel it Still by: Portugal


It was exceedingly thoughtful of the rest of the world to leave them completely alone.

~The Second Summer of the Sisterhood by: Ann Brashares


She told me to live. . . . I didn’t know how to tell Her that simply being alive was not enough to be called living.

~The Siren by: Kiera Cass

Currently Reading:

In my bag:
Ignite Me by: Tahereh Mafi
Glass Sword by: Victoria Aveyard

In my headphones:
The Husband’s Secret by: Liane Moriarty
The Lake House by: Kate Morton

In my playlist:
Folsom Prison Blues by: Johnny Cash
Renegade by: Styx
Glory by: John Legend


It’s a hard concept to hold on to–the idea that there was a time before us. A time before time.

In the beginning there was nothing. And then there was everything.

~Everything, Everything by: Nicola Yoon


Imagining is now my job. I write television shows. I make up characters. I create whole worlds in my head. I add words to the lexicon of daily conversation–maybe you talk about your ‘vajayjay’ and tell your friend that someone at work got ‘Poped’ because of my shows. I birth babies, I end lives. I dance it out. I wear the white hat. I operate. I gladiate. I exonerate. I spin yarn and tell tall tales and sit around the campfire. I wrap myself in fiction. Fiction is my job. Fiction is it. Fiction is everything. Fiction is my jam.

~Year of Yes by: Shonda Rhimes