I had the very great pleasure of attending World Fantasy Con
a few years ago, and fortunately my friend Laura warned me about the bag of
books given to attendees. How
wonderful! Of course I also purchased a
few books. Oh, my aching shoulders—what
a heavy carry-on bag and suitcase for my return home.
While in the midst of unpacking I realized yet again that
our bedroom bookcase was absolutely stuffed, and my bedside table already groaned
beneath two piles of books stacked to the edge of the lampshade. I put away my suitcase and wandered into our
office. Nope, that bookcase was also
full, as was the one in the hallway, and there were three unread books on the
coffee table in the living room. I
shrugged and headed back to the bedroom, where I stacked the new books on the
floor between my dresser and reading chair.
How many inches waited for me?
For a true picture I would need to include the unread books on
my ereader as well as the ten or twelve books tucked here and there on the
bookcases. Oh, and then there’s the thirty-some
odd books I have noted on various lists; books I know I want to read but
haven’t yet purchased. Should I count
those? Perhaps not.
Hmmm. Forty-four
inches beside the dresser, approximately twelve inches on the bookcase, seventeen
inches on the bedside table, three on the coffee table, and on my ereader I'd
guess somewhere in the neighborhood of twenty-five inches.
Books, books, BOOKS! How many inches do you have?
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