I’m giddy with excitement over the ever growing to-be-read pile of books on my desk. Last weekend I received the first 3 Dexter books (“Darkly Dreaming Dexter”, “Dexter in the Dark”, and “Dearly Devoted Dexter” by Jeff Lindsay) from my Mother-in-law to be and my mother gave me “The Last Song” by Nicholas Sparks yesterday as an early b-day present since she usually takes me clothes shopping on my b-day (one of the 2 times a year I get new clothes), but I’ve opted to wait until I lose a little more weight. Then today a package arrived from Amazon and since I was here Heath just let me open it early. He got me “Beautiful Creatures” by Kami Garcia & Margaret Stohl and “Lament: The Faerie Queen’s Deception” by Maggie Stiefvater.
I’m sitting here staring at the beautiful stack they’ve created and feeling excited about how much my library has grown over the last year. And as much as I love Dexter I’m feeling an urge to pick up a different one instead now that I have so many to choose from. I won’t though; I will finish the 3 Dexter books and then move on.
I do hate one thing about these 6 new books though. 5 of the 6 are paperback. Some books just don’t come in another option. I hate bending the spines and seeing the silky covers develop white creases in them. I’m always ridiculously careful when I’m reading a paperback, barely even opening it far enough to see the full page to try and keep the exterior like new. I don’t know why I’m so anal about it, most people consider a worn spine and cover “loved”, but there’s just something about the crispness of a new book that pleases me. It’s probably one of those clean-orderly OCD mannerisms. I’m like this with the color white too. I love white stuff because it feels clean and pure, but the second it’s not popping white, it’s lost my interest. I know that’s stupid, but it’s just a truth of me.
Well back to Dexter now, I just had to gloat a little about all of the great stories I have to read this week. I wonder how many I can actually finish in a week!
Peace – Sarah