At my apartment in the capital city, I have a modest TBR (To Be Read) pile of books on my table.
They whisper "Read me, Slacker. Don't you want to open up our covers and read a good story?"
I've done my best to ignore them...until now.
It helps that I can drown out their voices by watching reality TV on TLC.
I think these books rearranged themselves to predict my future.
I do NOT recall stacking them in this order. And why did I purchase only THESE titles?
I'm so afraid.
Look at this: