The things that upset us are silly sometimes.
Right now, I have something I've never had before. No, not a Maine Coon kitten. No, not a publishing contract. No, not plans for a proper poacher's stew. I mean, I have all these things, but they're not what's bothering me.
I have a "to be read" shelf.
I have a "to be read" shelf which is up somewhere in the neighborhood of ninety books, and is demonstrating a weird sort of gravitational pull -- it's big enough that it keeps getting bigger, because its existence hasn't completely re-wired my normal book-buying habits. New books come into the house, they go onto the pile, which I am devouring as quickly as I can. Let's face it: having more than two or three books, max, queued up? Is alien to me. I don't think I've ever had more than eight books waiting, and that was when I was in middle school, and had a lot more new, unread books waiting for my attention.
I know, I know, best worst problem ever, but it really is making me twitchy. I'm not used to having this many books waiting for me. And since they're piled up right inside my front door (on the long bookshelf), people keep asking if they can borrow them, to which I have to respond "sorry, no, I haven't read it yet." This causes those same people to stare at me like I've just grown a second head, because dude, that doesn't happen.
Bah. I need a week or two to just sit down and read.
I have a "to be read" shelf.
I have a "to be read" shelf which is up somewhere in the neighborhood of ninety books, and is demonstrating a weird sort of gravitational pull -- it's big enough that it keeps getting bigger, because its existence hasn't completely re-wired my normal book-buying habits. New books come into the house, they go onto the pile, which I am devouring as quickly as I can. Let's face it: having more than two or three books, max, queued up? Is alien to me. I don't think I've ever had more than eight books waiting, and that was when I was in middle school, and had a lot more new, unread books waiting for my attention.
I know, I know, best worst problem ever, but it really is making me twitchy. I'm not used to having this many books waiting for me. And since they're piled up right inside my front door (on the long bookshelf), people keep asking if they can borrow them, to which I have to respond "sorry, no, I haven't read it yet." This causes those same people to stare at me like I've just grown a second head, because dude, that doesn't happen.
Bah. I need a week or two to just sit down and read.