Chapter Three: A Picture Holds A Thousand Words

Suggestions of what to read are starting to trickle in. I am currently sitting on my bed, and I easily have 30 eligible titles within my sight and reach... my sight is bad and my arms are short. The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. I'm a serious bibliophile, but I don't want to recover!

I'm holding off on adding the aforementioned titles to the list because I haven't nailed everything down. I've allotted out 5 choices to Kevin, because he's endlessly full of suggestions, and granted 3 to another co-worker, who started rambling off titles as soon as he saw me at work today. My boss, Donna, who's freaking awesome, gets to pick one or two. Actually I think she already handed me one that is in my "to buy" basket stowed away somewhere. So that leaves me to filling in about 20. Despite my addiction to buying books, I think, at least for November, I'm going to stick with a lot of the books I own but haven't read or have only half read. Some of them I'm borderline ashamed and scared to admit I haven't read. Yikes.

A few months ago (August 2nd to be exact) I was putting in an all-nighter, and rolling around on my bed trying to find a comfortable position was quite difficult. This would be why:

I think I counted 17 books there at the time. Breaking Dawn is the one that's open. Sigh.

A song I got attached to recently says "Only my book in bed knows how I look in bed." Too true. But hey, at least I know my beloved books won't give me syphilis.