I always guesstimate when chatting with people how many books in my house and ebooks on my Kindle I have waiting to be read. This morning, curiosity finally trapped the goddamn feral cat and I counted.
71 physical books
It’s safe to say that when talking to people, I was low-balling my guess.
Who do I have to blame for this? Everyone. The used book shops that sell books dirt cheap, book fundraisers I find on the side of the road and of course, people usually get me books for holidays.
It’s a fan-fucking-tastic problem to have. Especially since, recently, my husband informed me that our bedroom smells like books. Mission accomplished, now onto the rest of the house.