Sometimes I wonder who discovers books and gets the next person to read them, and so on and so forth until they finally find their way to me... How does that happen, and where does it start? Does anyone really know? Because I don't. I, regrettably, have spent a lot less time wandering the shelves of the library than I used to, and it is gnawing at me. Though I have at least a whole shelf of books already that I haven't read yet, and so I must read those as well as all of the books that are coming out this year in the series that I really like...I think the count is at five. Possibly six. Holey cheese on a stick, people, that's six possible hard-cover books that I'll invariably end up purchasing because I'm such a pack rat and I HAVE TO HAVE the entire series. It still bugs me that I only have one Anita Blake and one Merry Gentry book...*sobs* My poor disorder.

“Age does not diminish the extreme disappointment of having a scoop of ice cream fall from the cone.” - Jim Fiebig