I went to the library today to return some books including my current nemesis, California's Stately Hall of Fame, and found to both my delight and consternation that there are currently twenty-four (after the ones I took) books on the first shelf.
Since my discovery I have been all atwitter trying to decide how to proceed. I am currently midway through my 50th, that's right, I said it, 50th (whoo hoo) book since my venture commenced. While I am THRILLED with the progress, and looking forward to the library's adult summer reading program, by the by, I am feeling distinctly itchy about feeling as though I am progressing.
Thus, my library/reading dilemma. Finish off the shelf? Continue with the multi-picks??? Hmmm. Where is the Patron Saint of Library Patrons, whose appearance I would appreciate right about now, in case you're listening (hint, hint...listening), when you need one?
Well, we shall see...
Since my discovery I have been all atwitter trying to decide how to proceed. I am currently midway through my 50th, that's right, I said it, 50th (whoo hoo) book since my venture commenced. While I am THRILLED with the progress, and looking forward to the library's adult summer reading program, by the by, I am feeling distinctly itchy about feeling as though I am progressing.
Thus, my library/reading dilemma. Finish off the shelf? Continue with the multi-picks??? Hmmm. Where is the Patron Saint of Library Patrons, whose appearance I would appreciate right about now, in case you're listening (hint, hint...listening), when you need one?
Well, we shall see...
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