So I learned something new about myself this month: the amount I crave books is in direct proportion to the amount of cardboard boxes piled up in my house. When you can't even see from your sofa to your kitchen because of the stacks of boxes, or when you have turkey sandwiches, Bloody Marys and marshmallow Peeps on lawn chairs in your living room for Easter Sunday brunch (true story!), there's really nothing for it but to contort yourself to reach the bookcase and pull out one of the few remaining books that haven't been packed up.
I had a set of five books all planned out to read for this post, but when I read The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie I immediately wanted to read the rest of the Flavia books. So I abandoned ship and read what I wanted. In the midst of chaos, it felt good. It felt right. I really enjoyed all of these books, so I hope you do, too.