I’m in my Edmonds home, pulling books from shelves to take back to my Seattle home, but my shelves are all full and I can’t have more books but I can’t stop.  I just… want to have them all with me.  And I can’t read fast enough; I can’t.  I get so frustrated when it takes me longer than two days to finish a book because there is so much that I want to read but my brain can’t take it all in.

Also, what’s with having only shitty Dover copies of both Letters to a Young Poet, and Portrait of an Artist?  This will be fixed next time I’m in Powell’s/Third Place/Ophelia’s.

BOOK PEOPLE PROBLEMS.