Dearest Book Bloggers, Readers, and Writers:
STOP! My TBR pile has been overwhelming and has to be at least 100 books long (I'm not kidding, I own most of the 100 on the list...maybe I'll leave the list here one day). And you are all making it worse. You need to stop blogging and recommending books. I am too weak to not come read your posts, so you need to just stop making posts!
While at Barnes and Noble tonight, I noticed how deeply you've influenced me. (I'm there most Wednesday evenings, usually just to soak in the atmosphere, so nothing out of the ordinary there.) But it hits me tonight, as I browse the tables in the center aisle, that we are just a bunch of enablers. Yes, fellow book bloggers and readers, you did me in tonight!
True, I started digging myself into a hole when I picked up a copy of Call Me Zelda, by Erika Robuck, and immediately saw the potential in it. Above the author's name it reads "Author of Hemingway's Girl." What?! Two more closer looks into the Jazz Age and its Lost Generation?! So I went searching for that one too. After entering the lives of Zelda and Hemingway in Z: A Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald, I couldn't pass these up!
Two books, not bad. Quite happy with my find, I returned to my original table, waiting for my husband to wander back my way. Before he does though, I happen across The Paris Wife (this is where you come in fellow bloggers/readers). I have a series of tests through which a book proceeds in order to catch my interest. First off, the title has to catch my notice and interest me. The Paris Wife never did, so I didn't ever pay attention to the numerous times I've heard it mentioned. But, I have time, it's right there, and I know my fellow bloggers loved it. The first thing to pop off the back cover summary is "Lost Generation." The Paris wife refers to Hadley, wife of Ernest Hemingway. Again? Third book I picked up in the whole store tonight and it's on the same wonderful topic? Well, now, my system of testing seems to have failed me this time.
Ok, common sense says this one had to come home with me. I don't believe in coincidence you know. Resigned to the fate of buying another book (I would never had picked up that book if it hadn't been on all of your blogs and comments!), I turn toward my approaching husband, glimpsing as I turn the title He's Gone, by Deb Caletti. Oh no...no, no, no. This one has been all over the blogs too. I can't...but thinking I'll just refresh my memory, I pick it up to read the summary.
Needless to say, I went home with four books. The only four books I touched the whole time I was there. The last two are totally your fault book bloggers and readers! Shame on you! Lucky for you I have the Educator's Discount at Barnes and Noble. Double lucky is that I had a gift card...and so my Barnes and Noble gift card rule applies. (If I have a gift card, I am allowed to spend double the amount on the card. So for a $25 card, I can spend $50, give or take a little. Don't look for the logic, it's not there.) Triple lucky, my husband is a sucker for a happy me. So I guess you are all off the hook, since all that lucky stuff fell into place. But let this be a warning to you all!