I've been organizing (cleaning out, sigh) my paper bookshelves today, and I keep getting sudden urges to read this book, then this book, then something by this author, then this one. I'm on one of the romance shelves now, and it's all smooshing together. I want to read a book by Lisa Kleypas .. no, wait Jo Beverley ... no, Patricia Gaffney ... maybe some Catherine Anderson ... oh, Jude Deveraux ... but here's some Mary Jo PUtney... oh, maybe Johanna Lindsey ... and what about Mary Balogh... or Laura Kinsale ... or maybe Judith Ivory. Argh! After all that, I'll probably go to bed early and fall asleep reading something fluffy instead.
I even found my copy of the notorious Stormfire by Christine Monson. Talk about Old School!
