Kudos to fictionophile for something weird to get my creativity muscles a flexing, and remind me of the thousand or so books that still need reading.
Yes, oh mistress-of-the-sacrificed-trees-and-ink-blood, I hear that foot tapping already.
I tried to count my books again when I had trouble finding room on the shelf for all my wayward glue-bound friends…lost count somewhere after 1200. And to think I swore I’d stop buying more after I reached 1075 (facepalm).
I decided to follow the format (but no, I’m not doing my long-ass subtitle of the blog, because I’d probably wear out my graphics allowance in one post for one thing, and for another, I have to sleep at some point).
I’ll do it much the same way fictionophile did and following the rules. If you wanna have fun with it yourself, click on the link above to get to the original site.
So, without further ado, using my To-Be-Read pile to spell The Chatty Introvert (while trying to alternate between non-fiction and fiction books, lest I look too crazy-broke-scholar and whatnot):
Sheesh, even when not trying and going for random, I still turn out a huge nerd…oh well. Guess that’s what makes me…me.
A little weirdness from my bookshelves (to be read at some point in the next 10 years) to you. Have a good weekend.