TBR pile

Simple Things Amuse Simple Minds, Part I: In Which I Commit A Great Sin

The human female is well-supplied with convalescent things to do, activities and amusements which do not require her to stir, limping, from her nest.  Her “To Be Read” pile is towering and wobbly enough that I fear it may fall over crush someone.  I’ve had to keep a wary eye on Sigyn, since she is wont to examine the titles and see if there’s anything she’d like to read as well.

Today the human female is engrossed in a novel.  Hey, you!  Isn’t it time for some medicine or something?  Or a shower?  You are looking more than usually unkempt.  You go work on that and I will save your place.


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Neither a Lender Nor a Borrower…

The human female is a big reader.  It’s not unusual to find her in the wee hours of the morning, curled on the sofa or hunched over a table with her nose in a novel.  Sometimes she’s even still awake and not drooling.

She owns a lot of books.  She haunts used bookstores.  She borrows a lot of books from the library, too.  Her TBR (To Be Read) pile daily threatens to fall over and crush someone.  I’ve warned Sigyn to keep well clear of its teeteriness.  If she wants to read something from it, I will fetch it for her.

Not satisfied with raiding the local libraries, the human female frequently makes use of the Interlibrary Loan system.   She asks for books–they magically appear.  She’s addicted.  The University is quite strict about their loan policy, though.  Straps. Must. Stay. In. Place!


Humty tum, humty tumty tum.  Totally going behind the sofa.

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