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[potatofarmer]

as incredibly incredibly up-the-ass lame as I am going to sound, my book collection thrills me to no end. coming home, I find myself constantly in front of my bookshelf, reading the backs of various books trying to remember if i've read them or not and marveling at the sheer volume of books that haven't even been touched. I find myself frustrated at my lack of time to tackle the huge amount of books that I'm dying to read: Scarlet Pimpernel, Madame Bovary, Catch 22, Prodigal Summer, Nine Stories, Great Expectations, and The Shipping News are all piled next to my bed in hopes that I would tackle them while I'm home for Thanksgiving.

Bah.

I love books.