I cannot live without books

Leave it to Thomas Jefferson--president, writer, Francophile--to have said mantra. So this morning, as I'm reading the second Game of Thrones book, I realize I'm almost done with it. SEVEN HELLS! Whatever shall I read next?! Do I have a dozen books in my room on top of my dresser? Of course. Are any of them emanating the siren's call for me to flip through their pages next? Not at the moment apparently. Yet the pull of Amazon pervades my senses, overwhelming them, and puts me under a spell.

I bought 3 books.

Don't worry, I got a good deal. Free shipping, too. "Free shipping"--quite possibly the two most magical words in the English language on any given day. Anyways, I bought some reads that are sure to be most scintillating, and I cannot wait until they arrive on my doorstep (or, rather, outside my apartment door, most likely kerplunked there most haphazardly by the delivery man who hates his job), and I attempt to rip open the packaging with my insufficient nails until harrumphing and retrieving a pair of scissors.

What surprises lie within?! Feast your eyes!

 

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