Or stats. If I’d known that Declan over on Crime Always Pays was that close to 40,000, I’d have spent all Wednesday sitting there waiting for the stat counter to reach the magic number. As it was, by the time I called round it was 40,059, which is a terribly unround figure.
Anyway, congratulations Declan. And I hope you have no thoughts of retiring, because I need something to make me smile some days. (It’s just that that “speech” you wrote there, sounded like a retirement speech. Don’t you dare.)
And I’m just a little jealous. But I’m not that far behind. Honestly.
My excellent blogging colleague in Edinburgh, Cornflower, was writing about TBR piles the other week. That’s To Be Read, for those of you lucky enough not to be afflicted by one, or several, of these.
I have a fairly intricate system, which fails no more often than once a week, or thereabouts. I shift the books around, and some inevitably find themselves inching (centimetreing?) further and further in the wrong direction.
But then you never know when the supply will dry up. You need to hang on to most of your books, read and still-to-be-read, just in case.
In case of what? Well, from some point during my impressionable youth, I’ve always felt I needed to be prepared for the eventualities of house arrest. I’m not sure how likely this is, but being a wee bit superstitious, I feel that a generous TBR supply will at the very least ward off the house arrest likelihood. And if not – I’ll have something to read.