A sunny, warm day with a high sky. Intrepid superhero in disguise as a mild-mannered librarian enters her favorite bookstore. Upon discovering the rack of series romance, she proceeds to pick up titles that are typed out on her shopping list.
Librarian: "I need more Harlequins like a hole in the head."
Bookseller: "Oh yeah, look at me trying to stop you honey."
Yeah, I went to the used bookstore yesterday and yes I bought more Harlequins. Like I need more. I have an entire Rubbermaid tote devoted to just my series stash. The truly sad thing is that I've actually weeded it a couple of times in the last two years. I'm that pathetic.
I'm at the point where my TBR mountain range is starting to intimidate me. I just look at it and have no clue where to begin. Yeah, I was a good monkey and plowed through 4 books in 4 days last week - but I came back from the UBS with 10 more to add. I think it might be time for an intervention. Or at the very least I need to stop watching TV. And while I'm at it, unplug the DSL. This computer is a total time suck.
I also haven't been reading on the weekends. I mean, wouldn't you think this would be prime reading time? I'm currently not reading The Collector by Cameron Cruise. While The Boyfriend is watching horrible movies on TV, I really should invest some time in it.