There’s no such thing as too many books
Despite my best intentions…… oh, drat, who am I kidding? The temptation to choose a book by it’s cover has won-out, again. The tale is quickly told. The scattered thoughts have realigned and I string them up for a quick snippet of a read to see how well I’ve chosen just by the look of them.
This morning I came across the most delicious looking books, and I just couldn’t help myself. Not only are they intriguing to look at but, after having read a few pages from each, they've compelled me, no, they've enslaved me.

Could I be any more superficial? I know. Right?



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