I went to the library today to get just one book (the next book club book). I checked the card catalog online to make sure they had it, and (yay!) they did. So off I went.
And I brought that book home with me. It's on the bottom of the stack.
The other ones just jumped into my arms as I walked through the stacks. Uncanny! I tried to put Drums of Autumn back, but it refused to go back on the shelf. I reasoned with it that I just wasn't sure I could read a million pages between now and next month when the books are due back, but it wouldn't budge. It whispered things like, "Well, if you don't get around to reading me, you can always just bring me back. Or better yet, call for an extension of the due date."
I was hypnotized into it, my friends.
And I couldn't just leave the library without checking for Ellen Hopkins books that I haven't read yet. That would have been a mistake. After all, they'll only take me a few hours each to read. (Seriously! She writes her books as if they're poetry, so there's lots of white space in the books. And they're just that good!)
As for the 100 or so books that I OWN and haven't read yet...they'll just have to wait. :)