…With not one, not two, but SIX other books!
God, I need to get a hold of myself. If I allow this to continue, I don’t think I can live with myself. A cheater. A traitor.
“Read me,” calls my historical fiction novel, Shadow on the Crown.
“What’choo talkin’ ’bout? READ ME, FOOL,” demands Opal, the sizzling YA romance which, frankly, I haven’t picked up in two months.
And then, from the corner, “You said you loved me,” sobs Anne Frank: Diary of a Young Girl.
Memoirs of a Geisha walks over to the book and gives her an understanding hug. “Sweetie, this world is filled with good people and bad people. Sleepy, that lying female DOG FREAKING STOPPED READING ME BEFORE REACHING THE FIRST PLOT DEVICE. I GUESS JAPANESE GEISHA’S JUST AREN’T COOL ENOUGH FOR HER, HUH? HUH?!”
“No! Japanese geisha’s are awesome!” I cry, falling to my knees. Memoirs of a Geisha rolls her eyes and is quickly joined by her fellow books. I am left behind on the floor, silently sobbing.
Seriously. I swear this is all happening right now.
As soon as I get this wildly complicated affair sorted out, I will certainly write a book review. Until then, I’ll update with other sorts of fun goodies!
Yeah, goodies!
The Sleepy Critic 