Today, I went to the library to check out book club sets for next month's book, The Potato Peel book as I'm calling it because I'm really sick of typing it out every time I talk about it, you know.
Anyway, so I told myself, "Suey, no WAY are you going to browse the shelves in the YA section because we both know that you have plenty to read already." Yes, I told my self, there's all those review books that I accept and then never read, there's two or three read alongs (official and un), there's book club and challenges, and a major stack new books that I have yet to get to, and a Classic Circuit tour coming up. Yes, there's plenty to read.
Yet, I found myself literally compelled to walk through the section! It was as if Damon himself were there looking into my eyes! I mean, just what if there was something over there that I've been dying to read forever, and I didn't go check it out! How could I ever live with myself again???
And so of course, I now not only have 15 book club set books, but five more random YA books littering the floor of my room.
Here's what I ended up with:
Yeah, maybe I'll even read them sometime.
So tell me, does something compel YOU every time you step your foot into a library? And then you walk out of there wondering what in the world you were thinking?