Every time i entered a bookstore, I can even feel the books staring at me.... I can feel them calling me... or hear them calling my name... Is it my imagination? Or maybe I've heard them thru my eyes, not thru my ears... Or maybe its all in the mind...
Some of them, i tried to ignore... Some of them, i pick it up look at the cover, read the back and put it back into the shelves... Its something i'm interested at....
I don't know which is harder... the temptation, or choosing which book to read or which series to follow or which series will end soon... which genre to go thru... do i read fictions again, chicklit, urban fantasy... Too many choose from....Yet so little time....
If i choose a books series and i know that it will take a little longer for it ti end, i just buy them and put it in a place and try not to think about it... Maybe for a year or more... and once in a while... i try to checked them...without reading of course...
I still haven't decided which book to read next....
Until the next time.... or the next book...
