My bibliophilia is treatment-resistant and apparently incurable. It seems that no matter how many times I cull my collection and vow to love what remains without increasing their number, I find the siren song of used book sales luring me to dash myself against the rocks of More Books again and again. O, the Treasures and Delights to be obtained in exchange for so little precious cash!
A dozen acquired Friday:
Another dozen acquired Saturday
from an entirely separate source:
Oh, and the Internet dating profile?
Worked like a charm.
Because it turns out, that for some of us:
bumper sticker available here
Happy May Day Mr. Last First Date!