I wish that the post title was the actual title of a book I read, but alas, it is not. It is my state of being in the book department after my latest trip to the library. I had requested a bunch of books, but had no idea I was going to be carting out weeks worth of reading. Check it out. You don't want to know how many tries it took to get this picture with my four-year-old standing on a chair, holding the measuring tape and yelling, "Cheese!" I wanted to show that I had almost 12 inches of literature here. Two of them are books on CD, which take even longer to listen to than to just read the books, but they are read by Tim Curry. His audiobook recordings are exceptionally awesome, if you ever get a chance to try them out.
Being realistic, I'm probably not going to read the huge non-fiction book. If it had been a 200 page book, I would have given it a shot. That monster is not even going to make the cut. The home decorating book will be leafed through and returned. I might grow bored with one or two of the fiction books and in all, I'll have only read 3 or 4 inches. It's almost like I have to get 12 inches of books from the library to get 3 inches worth reading. Or maybe I could check the page count of each book and weigh that against the level of interest I have for the book. Meh, that's too much work. I'll just get buff and muscled from hauling heavy books around.