There's something going on in the Living to Tell household.
In fact, it's happening in the dark confines of the closet floor of a certain member of the Living to Tell household. Who shall remain nameless to protect the (not so) innocent.
The books! They are breeding! They have left the confines of their home and are piling at an alarming rate! At the rate they are going, I'm either going to have to separate the boys from the girls or buy a house with walk in closets.
Laura, I tried. I really, really tried to give the To Be Read books boundaries. I bought them a beautiful, fairly larger basket they can call all their own. I lectured them on sticking to the boundaries. I put them behind closed doors. But they have a mind of their own, it seems. They are a rebellious bunch.
I cannot read them fast enough. Of course, it doesn't help that I keep taking books out of the library when I know I have these to read. Or buying them at the library. Or ordering more books to review. Or taking another half dozen from a friend when she offered to let me raid her bins. But shhh. Nobody need to know that.
It's a sickness I tell ya! Cannot. stop!
Sigh. Last night, after "returning" movies to the library, I just added another to the pile and have half a dozen in another basket. Sigh. Maybe this non-resolution gal should have made some kind of New Year's resolution.