An old friend is doing an art project, where she’s asked folks to take pictures of their nightstands, focusing on the books they’re reading. This is easy enough for me, since the only other thing on the nightstand that has my books is my alarm clock (hidden behind a stack of books to make it harder to get to in the morning, and so the annoying blue light doesn’t keep me awake at night), and a lamp that’s currently not working.
Looking at the list, it’s a bit more understandable why I am often such a cranky misanthrope…
Your Harlequin Romance novels are in the other room on the coffee table, right?
You really don’t want a picture of the book pile on the coffee table. Trust me on this one,…
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