My eyes are bigger than my stomach.
What can I say? Libraries are like an all-you-can-eat buffet. And as much as I tell myself I’m biting off more than I can chew, it’s too tempting to glide down the aisles and drop book after book after book in my tote.
“I may not be hungry for this one quite just yet, but if I don’t check it out now, I’ll forget it looked interesting in the first place.”
“Look! there’s a book by the author the kids have been suggesting.”
“Hey…I heard of that one. Maybe I’ll see what the fuss is about.”
I clearly have more titles to read than I have time to read them. I know, because I have six separate titles I’m working on: two in different backpacks, one on the kitchen counter, one on my dresser, and one on my nightstand. That doesn’t count my own three books inside my nightstand, patiently waiting for me to dig in again.
To me it’s sort of like a dare. How many hot dogs can you eat in a sitting? How many books can you check out and read in your given allotted time? Yes, I know I can renew, but where’s the fun in that?
No, there’s no choice but to pull up to the table and have at it. Bon apetit!