You might say I'm a bit of a reader. (Though, full disclosure: I was a couple books shy of my 40-book goal for last year.)
I'm not picky -- I read billboards on road trips, storefronts in town, realtor mailers featuring the inexplicably popular fist-under-the-chin pose, etc. And when I'm near a bookshelf, you best believe I'm going to peruse the titles.
Hilarity often ensues.
|So big it's 72pt.|
Sauntering through shelves of books, I discover a strange juxtaposition of elements.
|An authority on fiction.|
And seemingly-significant adjacencies.
|Bake poetry at 350°F.|
Other times, it's a blend of confusion and intrigue:
|Probes & Prayers.|
But all too soon, my waltz through the words is over.
[Insert pause here.]
My attention quickly returns to my appetite.
|Om nom nom. Repeat as necessary.|