If You Could Have One Superpower

Superhero OpensourceWhat would it be?

I like this question. This is my definitive litmus test for blind dates. If someone can give me a well-reasoned argument behind their superpower, whatever it may be, then they pass muster. If they come up with something on the fly, and follow up with a shoulder shrug, *shakes head sadly* then we probably aren’t compatible.

This question judges both creativity and higher reasoning skills. Both are necessary for a successful relationship with me, romantic or otherwise. I usually receive ordinary answers to this question: the power to read minds, flying, superhuman strength, etc. Every once in a while, I’ll get a really cool answer that makes me stop and reconsider the person beside me.

The best answer, by far, was one guy who mentioned that he’d love to have the power to make his beard hair grow at will. He’d not only be able to grow the best hipster beard around, but he’d be able to use the hair like an extra appendage. This would be super beard hair! It would be super strong and helpful in a pinch. He’d be able to have a third hand, protect loved ones from projectiles, and even catch someone in his pillow-soft beard if they were falling. It all sounded awesome!!  I don’t know if he made up the answer right then, or if he’d seriously put thought into this before, but he had such good ideas and well-reasoned uses for this power that I was amazed.

Why it didn’t work out with that guy is a mystery, and probably another story.

Some of my favorite books are sci-fi and fantasy. I’m sure that the superpowers and magic described so enticingly in novels are where I got the idea for my litmus test. Magic is such a seductive idea. It’s beautiful and bold, and so counter to the science of our everyday lives. Magic also serves my wish for instant gratification. Sign me up!

I so admire authors who come up with fully-realized worlds. It must be difficult to come up with a realm in which the magic or superpowers follow strict rules and yet make logical sense to a reader. You have to have some serious creative juices flowing to craft something so intricate! Also, the morality of the positive or negative uses characters choose when wielding such power is incredibly interesting. It’s also one of the reasons I ask my little question: to see what kind of person my interviewee is.

If the why behind their superpower is solely for personal gain, then I judge them to either be selfish, or perhaps feeling poor in some area of their lives (money, love, time, friendship). If they put a little mischief in their answers, then I instantly like them more. This means they have a good sense of humor and know how to both give and take a joke. If they come up with something really off the wall, then they’re either making something up on the spot (possibly bad) or their minds work in complicated and strange ways (good). Making something up on the spot isn’t necessarily a bad thing if it’s well-reasoned, and they’re good at thinking on their feet. However, if they’re just talking and not taking me seriously and are trying to come up with whatever they can just to move the conversation along, then it’s a bad thing. It means we don’t connect on a quirky level, like random conversations about superpowers.

What’s my answer?

I’d have the power to start and stop time at will. While time is stopped, I’d still be able to maneuver about the world as normal. This would allow me more time in a typical day for naps, travelling distances in what appears to be the blink of an eye to everyone else (I’d never be late again!), and I could be the best photographer of all time! Also, I could use my power for much mischief. Bwahaha! I could move things just out of reach when you thought you had something in your grasp, or move a person in front of a closed door when they were attempting to walk into a building. I could also pause an especially heated argument to come up with an even better comeback than whatever I was about to say.

Why is it that the best comebacks are always thought of hours after the actual argument? I digress…

It’s a fun question that I’ve put to good use. I love that reading has helped feed my innate creativity.

So tell me, what would your superpower be, and why?


Strange Bookmarks

Bookmark stringAs a book lover, I have no shortage of bookmarks. I have cute ones, thoughtful ones, and even quirky ones. Sometimes none of them will do, or (a more likely reason) I’m in a hurry to mark my page, and need something, anything, now.

I’ve used some pretty silly things to mark my page. Here is a list of previous bookmarks:

  • Candy wrappers
  • Sticky notes
  • My glasses
  • Another book
  • The cat (this didn’t work so well, catses don’t like to be bookmarks)
  • My e-reader
  • Pencils and pens
  • Lotion bottle
  • Any number of papers, envelopes, and assorted mail
  • Throw pillow
  • Cell phone
  • Remote control

Remote bookmark

There are a few things that I will never use as bookmarks:

  • Folding a corner of the page *shudder*
  • Bending back the spine *narrows eyes*
  • Highlighting or underlining (unless it’s a college text)
  • Frankly, anything that would damage the book in any way

I know that there are lots of readers who love to batter their paperbacks, but I’m not one of them. I can read a book just as well while keeping it looking nearly new. And that way it’s still looks pretty on my shelf after I’m done.

So tell me, what are some strange bookmarks you’ve used?

Fat Sex: The Naked Truth by Rebecca Jane Weinstein

Fat SexThis book had a lot of wasted potential. It definitely wasn’t the book I thought it would be.

Judging by the title, one might think this is some kind of lascivious indulgence, or possibly an expose of sorts. Neither is accurate. The book is introduced as a collection of vignettes of fat people who have come to accept their sexuality, and indeed have much satisfying sex.

In truth this book is little more than a platform for the author’s social crusade on fat justice. She obviously feels wronged by the world, and interposes with her commentary on the plight of fat people in modern society. Unfortunately, she interrupts the fascinating stories she presents in order to advance her cause.

If the book had an introductory chapter or two, and/or concluding chapters on the very real social issues fat people face in modern society, I would forgive the author. As is, I feel cheated out of a better book – the book that was actually advertised, you know, about fat sex. Perhaps I wouldn’t feel so bitter if the title were changed, or just different. This book is not the naked truth about fat sex.

While reading the individuals’ stories, I got the impression that Weinstein hadn’t actually interviewed these people. It seemed like she had limited material to work with, almost as if she asked for stories to be submitted online or via email, and she just used what she could and extrapolated the rest of their stories.

Weinstein’s voice and opinions were distracting from the stories themselves. And some of those opinions were just insulting. She compared all “fat admirers” (her term for regular sized people who prefer fat sexual partners) to closeted gay people. She obviously took this opinion from one of her vignettes. One individual did compare his experience with that of closeted gay people. However, Weinstein strings out the references and connotations a little too far. She uses this comparison in all case studies of fat admirers. It felt forced in some instances.

Honestly, I started to yell at the book as I do the news on television. The news will often start a story, cut to an interview, and then halfway through cut to commentary before finishing the interview. This is infuriating to me. Why not just finish the interview? You can give all the commentary you want afterward. Grr! This same thing happened in the book. She’d start with a story, and just when it would start to get interesting she’d cut in with her social justice parade. It was sometimes relevant. Big emphasis on the sometimes. There were such long, unrelated diatribes that I sometimes even forgot the details of the person’s story. Weinstein lost my interest so thoroughly that I forgot what we were talking about in the first place.

I wouldn’t recommend this book to anyone. It’s poorly written, and in need of some serious editing. There are typos and grammatical errors throughout the book. How do books run through so many editing phases without these simple things getting caught and fixed before printing? There are much better written books on the social injustices of fat people. Health at Every Size is one of them. Read that book instead.

How Many Books to Read at Once

While I am a devoted and constant reader, I generally only read one book at a time. More precisely, I only read one novel at a time. If I’m reading many books simultaneously it’s because I’m wrapped up in a novel, and I’m casually reading one or more non-fiction books.

Novels are engaging and I love to lose myself in them. It’s harder to do when reading multiple works. I feel I can’t be fully present in the story with another one nagging at me. It takes away from the experience.

Non-fiction is different. It’s not an engaging story, and can usually be broken up into bite-sized pieces. Of course there are exceptions to this, and for those non-fiction books that read like novels, I treat them the same way as I do any other fiction- one at a time.

I know many people who operate differently, who like to juggle many stories at once. I suppose I could do this too, if I so chose. But why bother? For me, it would prevent fully immersing myself in any one novel.  I would lose the escapist quality that is so seductive to me about reading fiction.

Please weigh in with your thoughts. One, or many? Why?

Dreamcatcher by Stephen King


I finished reading Dreamcatcher by Stephen King over the weekend. I liked it. I didn’t love it, but it was an engaging story. I’ve found myself thinking about it on and off since finishing. It’s a rather long book at 620 pages. The length isn’t a bad thing, but it could have used a bit more editing. There were overly indulgent portions, and then other parts that could have used some more fleshing out.

The book starts out with the story split between four male friends, our protagonists. We get some background about the friends as they each prepare to meet for their annual November hunting trip in the woods outside of Derry, Maine. These four have been together since jr. high school, and thus have mottos and catch phrases that infect the book. By the end, I’m likely to summarize the whole book by labeling it SSDD, or Same Shit Different Day.

Though, in truth their story is anything but SSDD, nor has it ever truly been. These friends share an unshakeable bond that was formed during one heroic act when they were about 14 years old. Henry, Jonesy, Beaver, and Pete stood up for and protected a disabled boy named Duddits from the bullying of the local quarterback and his cronies. It was this act that both bound them and came to define them for the rest of their lives. And since this is King, Duddits is extraordinarily gifted, paranormally so. Though we don’t fully come to realize how gifted until close to the end of the novel.

We’re also introduced to the characters’ extrasensory powers. Jonesy, a college history professor, can sense when students are cheating. Pete, a car salesman, has an almost supernatural ability to find lost objects and retrace a person’s steps. Beaver, a construction worker, has an unnatural ability to soothe. Lastly, Henry, an accomplished (though suicidal) psychiatrist, can sense the truth of his patients almost to the point of mind reading.

These friends embark on the last hunting trip of their lives without realizing its significance when, BAM! They’re thrust right in the middle of an alien invasion and the fight of their lives. This alien invasion is one part X-Files and one part medical experiment gone wrong. There is an alien fungus, called “Ripley” by the military force trying to eradicate it, which turns people into drones for the sentient alien life force. There are also horrible beings called, I kid you not, shit-weasels. These beauties grow in a person’s guts eating through them and causing the most horrible gas imaginable – we’re talking burps and farts from hell, liable to clear out an entire convention center rather than just one measly room. Once the horrible flatulents reach critical mass they expel themselves from the rear end of their host, thereby killing said host.

Now, this isn’t such a horrible premise for an alien invasion. There have certainly been worse. But, the book clearly talks about how these same aliens have been visiting earth for decades testing the waters and planning their attack. Then, they just so happen to touch down with a sad amount of troops, unprepared for a fight, and in an inhospitable environment. And we’re supposed to buy all that? Seems rather convenient… for the author, that is.

The meat of the story centers on a fight between Jonesy and the alien consciousness, Mr. Gray. Mr. Gray has taken over Jonesy’s body and mind, but Jonesy is able to lock himself in a little room inside his mind and protect his awareness from being assimilated, or destroyed, or whatever. The alien is frustrated by this ability since no one has ever presented it with this problem. Mr. Gray is attempting to find a way to infect the world at large with Ripley, and Jonesy is attempting to save himself and possibly the world. The rest of the story hinges on a military force attempting to isolate and clean up the alien threat, and it’s all headed by a singularly maniacal madman named Kurtz.

By far, the best aspect of this book is the representation of Jonesy’s mind. This is accomplished by describing Jonesy’s inner sanctum as a locked office, and outside the office is the largest warehouse imaginable. The warehouse is filled with stacked and labeled boxes which house his memories. He merely needs to think of certain subjects, and suddenly those boxes are stacked neatly outside the door to his office. I would have loved some more exploration in the memory warehouse throughout the book.

The supernatural aspects of the book were interesting. There was a lot of telepathy, and that was fun. I liked the arguments both for and against, and actually spent a bit of time indulging my own fantasies of what life would be like with widespread telepathy being the norm. Duddits, the Down Syndrome friend, has supernatural abilities regarding telepathy and connecting people. In fact, Duddits is so special that he can transfer some of his abilities to others, hence the abilities of his four best pals.

The conclusion wraps up with the typical tropes: humanizing the alien, love conquers all, and mind over matter. It was okay. It was expected. I’m just glad that there was an epilogue rather than ending at the conclusion of the action scene (the cop out of many authors). An actual dreamcatcher made an appearance in the book, but disappointingly so as a bad metaphor.

Overall this book was enjoyable. It wasn’t great, and I wouldn’t recommend it anyone but Stephen King fans. I could have used a lot less of the graphic scenes involving flatulence. I do wish there was more exploration of the friendship of the four protagonists. I also wish there was more exploration of the inside of Jonesy’s mind. So many reviewers have compared this book to It, and I’ve yet to read that novel. I’m now looking forward to it since I hear it’s one of King’s best.

The Book-Lying Cat

Okay, I have to admit that when I first wrote that title I wrote “The Book-Laying Cat”. My mind immediately conjured an image of my cat attempting to lay a book like some demented chicken laying an egg. Ha! Obviously, I changed to be grammatically correct. *chuckles while shaking head*

I have certain reading rituals; I think everyone does. Some of them are comfort related, some are food related, and some are not easily categorized. One of my rituals when reading a large hardbound volume is to sit with a pillow on my lap and the book opened on top of the pillow. This allows me to be hands-free while reading for any length of time. Really, it saves me later hand cramps from holding such a large tome.

My cat, Spirit, is in the habit of curling up on my lap while I’m vegging on the couch or my recliner. He doesn’t appreciate his prime sleeping spot being taken over by a book. What is a cat to do? Spirit has handily solved the problem by lying right on top of the open book on my lap. He loves lying on my open books. Plus, there’s the added bonus (for him anyway) of me being unable to read, and he’s in prime petting position. Thus, I end up petting him and ineffectually trying to push him off my book. That cat can make himself weigh 50 lbs if he wants, I swear! I am usually incapable of gently nudging him from atop my book.

Spirit on Book

I usually end up telling him he doesn’t make a good window, and that I’m trying to read this book. I believe my exact words are, “I’m trying to read dis book, meowface.” Like reasoning with a cat is going to do me any good. *shakes head* The situation generally devolves into me crooning insults at the cat in a lovey voice, with him none the wiser of what I actually want. He’s cute, and thus usually wins. Well, he wins for a minute or two.

Eventually I get tired of this game and tilt the book so that he falls off. He usually only slumps off onto the pillow and stays exactly as puddled thinking it’s a new great resting spot. I’m left to rest the book on top of the cat, rather than the pillow. This is my winning move. Spirit doesn’t like being a bookrest, and he generally leaves with a sigh or a snort. Victory! Silly meowface.

Book on Spirit

The sweet victory is often only a passing reprieve between cats. Psyche or Sativa will eventually get the memo that I’m reading a book on my lap. They’ll find me and repeat the entire process. What is it about lying on an open book that is so appealing to a cat? I bet it’s like boxes. They like the feel of paper under them.

Who knows? Catses are funny creatures.

How do your cats lovingly annoy you while you read?

Sativa on Book Psyche on Book2

Alphabet of Books

I read a cute little social media chain today that involved writing something about yourself based on each letter of the alphabet. So, my challenge became thinking of a book I’ve read that starts with every letter of the alphabet.

Here’s my list:

  • A: Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand
  • B: The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
  • C: The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas
  • D: Dead Witch Walking by Kim Harrison
  • E: The Eye of the World by Robert Jordan
  • F: The Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman
  • G: The Giver by Lois Lowry
  • H: Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling
  • I: Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice
  • J: Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton
  • K: Kushiel’s Dart by Jacqueline Carey
  • L: Lightening by Dean Koontz
  • M: Matilda by Roald Dahl
  • N: The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss
  • O: Odd Thomas by Dean Koontz
  • P: Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel
  • Q: Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking by Susan Cain
  • R: Red Dwarf: Infinity Welcomes Careful Drivers by Grant Naylor
  • S: The Schopenhauer Cure by Irvin D. Yalom
  • T: Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom
  • U: An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness by Kay Redfield Jamison
  • V: The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice
  • W: We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver
  • X: Xenocide by Orson Scott Card
  • Y: Your Heart Belongs to Me by Dean Koontz
  • Z: The Zero by Jess Walter

This was surprisingly more difficult than I thought it would be. My personal challenge was to pick books that were either hugely influential in my life, or that I absolutely adored. I didn’t have many options in some letters of the alphabet.  I’m looking at you X, Y, and Z! There were a few letters that had so many selections that I found myself wanting to pick two or three books.  Oh L and S, why do you have to have so many options?! *huffy sigh* Self restrictions are sometimes the worst sort of restrictions.

I’d love to see your alphabet book lists!

Does the Size of My Book Make It Impressive?

“Wow, that book is huge! I’m impressed.”

I’m always perplexed by this kind of declaration. Are you impressed that I’m attempting to read a lengthy book? Does that mean that I must have lots of time or dedication? Or, is this a statement about my intelligence? Are you implying that I must be smart to attempt a book of such stature? Perhaps it’s more of a personal reflection on your part. Do large tomes intimidate you?

I’ve never understood the intimidation factor of lengthy novels. When I look at a lengthy novel (I’m thinking over 500 pages), I’m usually excited. I’m especially hungry for the novel if it’s by an author I adore. If it’s a favorite author, 500-800 pages (or more) might not seem like enough.

I’m thinking of the ever-thickening volumes of the Harry Potter series. The 7th book was over 700 pages, and I was still left aching for more. Some of that may have been the grief of series ending. But seriously, if there had been an extra 300 pages laying around for the Deathly Hallows, I would have gobbled them up as hungrily as I did the other 700 or so. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about, fellow Potties. Oh, that’s not the correct term? Hmmm… Potterites? Wizards? Pott-heads? Wait, that last one seems off… *raises eyebrow*

Back to novel-size obsession, what is the deal? Seriously? Because I never quite understand the intent of the person making the observation, I never quite know how to respond – or even if a response is necessary. Most of the time it’s a complete stranger that’s making this exclamation, and so I can’t divine intent without some sort of telepathic ability.

Even if I know the person, I’m somehow vaguely offended by this statement. You’re impressed that I’m reading this book? So, you think I can’t handle a book of considerable size? Do I not seem up to the challenge? Is this even a challenge? Are you somehow proud of my reading habits? It just seems a bit condescending.

I’m probably ascribing malicious intent when none was actually intended. Whatever laugh-not-laugh and narrowed eyes I return to this declaration are usually received awkwardly. And yet, I still feel that you’re getting as good as your giving.

It’s possible that you want to talk about reading habits in general and that you’re not as much of a reader as I am. I accept that, and if that’s truly the intent of your conversation, please continue with a follow up line about your own reading habits. If your opener is about how impressed you are by my tome, you won’t get far.

In all probability you’re really trying to engage me in a conversation on reading based on my current book selection. I would love to talk with you about my book! Please, ask me questions about it. Where am I in the story? How do I like the characters? Have I read anything else by this author? Is this my genre of choice? All of these questions are acceptable and exciting, and they all engage me in the best kind of discussions. But, seriously, please refrain from expressing how impressed you are by how big the book is.

50 Books to Read Before You Die

I have a bookmark entitled 50 Books to Read Before You Die. It’s a lovely thing. It’s the perfect bookmark size and shape. It’s made of metal and has substantial weight, but not too heavy. In short, I like it. I am, however, a little baffled by the book selections. Who came up with this list? Why these titles and not others? I’ve long since thrown away the wrapping, and don’t remember the manufacturer. I’ll give you the titles in a moment.

Lists like this are kind of fun. They bring out my latent competitiveness and suddenly I want to compare my checklist with everyone I know. How many have you read? Oh yeah, well I read more! Ha! *inward eye roll at myself* Why is it so important to me that my list include more arbitrary checkmarks than another’s? Meh, who cares? It just does. *nods matter-of-factly*

I’m definitely inspired to read more from these lists. My TBR list (that’s To Be Read for those not up on the bookish lingo) gains many new titles after perusing such lists. My TBR list… le sigh. It’s both exciting and daunting – it never shrinks, only grows. But I suppose that’s also encouraging because that means there are always more books to read! Yea! I’d just die if I suddenly couldn’t read anymore. *shudders*

I suppose I’d like to know why I should read these particular books before I die. Are these books meant to make me a well-rounded person? Meant to inspire? Just written well? Maybe these books, when taken as a complete list, are reflective of the quintessential human experience. And, then again, maybe I’m reading way too much into it, and it’s just a list of well-liked books.

Without further ado, here’s the list:

50 Books to Read Before You Die

  • The Lord of the Rings trilogy by J.R.R. Tolkien*
  • 1984 by George Orwell*
  • Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin
  • The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
  • To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
  • Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte*
  • Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
  • A Passage to India by E.M Forster
  • The Lord of the Flies by William Golding*
  • Hamlet by Shakespeare*
  • A Bend in the River by V.S. Naipaul
  • The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
  • The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger*
  • The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath*
  • Brave New World by Aldous Huxley*
  • The Diary of Anne Frank by Anne Frank
  • Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes
  • The Bible by Various
  • The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer
  • Ulysses by James Joyce
  • The Quiet American by Graham Greene
  • Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks
  • Money by Martin Amis
  • Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling*
  • Moby Dick by Herman Melville
  • The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame
  • His Dark Materials trilogy by Philip Pullman*
  • Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
  • Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
  • Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
  • The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon*
  • On the Road by Jack Kerouac
  • Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad
  • The Way We Live Now by Anthony Trollope
  • The Outsider by Albert Camus*
  • The Colour Purple by Alice Walker
  • Life of Pi by Yann Martel*
  • Frankenstein by Mary Shelley*
  • The War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells
  • Men Without Women by Ernest Hemingway
  • Gulliver’s Travels by Jonathan Swift
  • A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens*
  • Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain*
  • Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe
  • One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey
  • Catch 22 by Joseph Heller
  • The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas*
  • Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden*
  • The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri
  • The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde*

*Denotes books I have read

As you can see, I’ve only read 19 of the above 50. I have some reading to do!

My own list would undoubtedly have different titles, and would most likely sample heavily from specific (favorite) genres. I like to think I’m fairly well read, but I have my preferences. Don’t we all? I’ll have to muse a bit on which works to include… This may be a later post.

So, how many of these have you read? Answer below in the comments.

Do I Need to Own this Book?

What kind of silly question is that?! Of course I need to own this book. I need to own all the books! Even if I never read the book again, I need to possess it. It will help build my personal library, and it will make me feel giddy when walking into said library and ogling the full shelves.

I love books. I love being surrounded by books. I love recommending and then lending these books. So yeah, I need to own the book.

I still ask myself this question every time I make a book purchase. I’m trying to be budget conscious, you see. I’ve always had a line item in my budget for book buying. Now, it’s relegated to the Extras section of my budget. My larger personal goal of paying off all debt as fast as possible is really taking a toll on my primal need of library building.

Don’t laugh; it’s definitely a primal need. It’s right next to food and shelter on Maslow’s hierarchy. Oh, you missed that notation? Silly you… *shakes head* 

I’ve managed to still purchase books and be budget conscious. Hooray! The thrift store is a magical place in which people abandon lovely books, and I get to scoop them up for next to nothing. Take that budget monster! And, if I call it bibliotherapy to purchase a stack of hardbacks and then systematically devour work my way through them then it certainly speaks to the fact that I needed them, right? Of course it does. *nods*

It seems to be sixes on whether or not it’s cheaper to buy online or at the thrift store/used bookstore. The listed price of used books online is sometimes next to nothing, but it’s the shipping that kills me. And, unless you’re buying all of your selections from the same reseller, then you’re stuck paying for shipping on each book. Grr to hidden costs.

I feel as though I’m becoming a bit of a snob on my used book selections. I definitely prefer hardbound to paperback. I’ll settle for paperback if I’m buying new, since it’s considerably cheaper. See? Budget conscious… *pats back* But I won’t totally snub a used paperback if I really want to read it, it’s a really good deal, and it’s the only option available.

I suppose that goes back to my library building. I’m not ashamed of my paperback shelves. I even have a few complete shelves of mass market paperbacks in my personal library. They still make me smile and add to the giddiness upon crossing the threshold to said library.

So, do I really need that book? You betcha! 

Don’t mind me… I’ll just be over here devouring my newly acquired assets. Om nom nom, tasty morsels!