Right now nothing is on my night stand. While I sleep, Pride and Prejudice rests there occasionally, but during the day, I take it off the night stand and move it to my bed, in hopes of reading more often if it’s closer to the door. But to be honest, I don’t think my nightstand is that into me anymore. My stack of “to read” books is getting so ridiculous that by now I’m shocked to have not recieved a note from my nightstand saying something like this:
We’ve had a good run together, but your book addiction is just too much for me. I can’t continue supporting you in our relationship if you won’t seek help. I’d like to say that it’s not you, it’s me, but the truth is – it’s definitely you. And the truth is, I’m just not that into you anymore. It was fine when it was just one or two books. And I could deal when it was like 5 books at a time – I care about you and try to support you in all that you do, you know… But this… this is just too much. And I can’t deal – try the bedroom floor – maybe he’s free.
In Fond Memory,
Your Night Stand
Preemptively perhaps, I decided to simply use my bookshelf, but taking a note from Night Stand (in my imagination) I stacked said “to read” stack on the floor for this photo opportunity, so you can see sort of what I’m talking about, and why I don’t think my night stand will keep seeing me if things continue on this way:
I don’t know when it got this bad. I don’t know how my husband refrains from smacking me upside my fool head when I complain I have nothing to read. I don’t want to lie to you and tell you this is as bad as it gets – these were just the “choice books” that look really yummy. There are more – more books I’ve never read, never mind the ones I have. That there on the bottom? That’s what I’m reading now. It’s pretty good. I’m about this far from finishing it:
What’s on your night stand (if it hasn’t left you yet)?