Problem: The bed’s not big enough. The photo above is just a small sample of what’s waiting.
Total TBR: 224. Yikes. Actually, at this time yesterday, it was only (!) 222. A couple of hours later, I got a package from my mom and in that package (among other things) was a book that her friend Nancy wants me to read called The Quiet Little Woman by Louisa May Alcott. Tuffi and I were both pleased; the stories date back to the 1870s which was yayness for her and I go through stages where I’m All About Alcott.
Later that evening, I was over at Becka and Jim’s for Mad Men Monday and I somehow absconded with Becka’s copy of Chocolat. I’m sorry, Becka! Once it touched my hands, I couldn’t leave without it. As you can see, things are piling up without my even having to work at it. Wouldn’t it be nice to have that tendency with money or real estate?
Here are the unread numbers in my special categories:
Baseball books: 5
1930s books: 6
Louis L’Amour’s Sackett Series: 18
Canadian books: 11
Korean-themed books: 3
Graphic novels: 4
Strangely enough, even while I’m listing these particulars and implicitly inviting you to gasp and tut-tut about my biblioextremism, another part of my mind is busily planning how I’m going to work those weekly visits to the Bybee-ary into my schedule this fall and another nother part of that mind is contemplating a visit to What The Book?‘s new location.
So much multi-tasking is making my brain tired. I need a nap. Oh, right. There’s books all over the bed.