I have a problem. My TBR pile is on the verge of becoming sentient and may or may not have its eye on the small animals that dwell in my home in order to fuel its ever-growing rage. Yet I keep adding to it. It grows stronger every day and yet I just can't stop collecting the pieces in a never-ending attempt to complete its soul.
I am currently accepting books for review. Read my policy for more information. I'd recommend against just firing off a review request without reading it. I'll just end up feeding it to the looming pile and you'll never hear back from me.
Every babysitter’s worst nightmare and every sat-for kid’s wet dream: a crazy cross-town adventure where you run the risk of dying. Oh cool! the kids say. Oh shit! the babysitter says. This was the precursor to Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter’s Dead, just with less responsibility and more life-threatening situations for all involved. It comes with your typical 80s kookiness wrapped up in mounds of shoulder pads.