My mental list of books to read just keeps growing.  I have paperbacks bought for 50 cents from the library waiting to be cuddled with at night.  The dozen or so books I acquired for free from the side of the road this summer call to me.  Dean Koontz and Stephen King sit on the book swap shelf at work and whisper my name.  I need to complete Jeff Lindsay’s Dexter series.  And there’s a continuing Cinderella series.  And autobiographies of people I adore or am totally jealous of.

Are there too many wonderful books and stories to read in a life time?

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