It happens at night.
It happens when I’m not looking.
I go to bed, and the next morning, there’s a small stack of books on the floor near a bookcase that I don’t remember from the night before. But that’s okay, because it’s a small stack! Two or three extra books is no problem.
A few days later when I wake up and the stack has 10 books in it. WHERE did these books come from? Yes, I went to a book signing and brought home a new book, but it was only ONE!
Books are piling up in front of books that are lined up on bookshelves. Books are finding homes on top of any flat surface: the desk, hope chest, coffee table, and of course, the floor.
I accept very few books for review any more; only books I’m dying to read. So how is it possible that I’m still bringing in more books than I can read per month? Well, I think I’ve figured it out.
My books are having sex and having illegitimate baby books. These books are then having more baby books and so it goes. I really can’t find any other explanation.