Oh me, Oh my.

I am actually so far behind on Snip book reviews (2.5 months about. give or take) that it’s making me CRAZY whenever I get home and see this big ole stack of books sitting here that to my insane OCD mind canNOT be put away until they’ve at least been acknowledged on the blog. So expect a lot of SHORT reviews coming. Soon.

Truth.

My gripe is not with lovers of the truth but with truth herself. What succor, what consolation is there in truth, compared to a story? What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney? What you need are the plump comforts of a story. The soothing, rocking safety of a lie.

–Vida Winter, The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield

[emphasis added]

found here.