The only thing in the world...

that could possibly rival my love of style is my love of literature. When I move into a house I will require only two things: a bathtub and a library. I don't care about the rest. I'd just like a room with rows of books and a bathtub to read them in. I went into Barnes & Noble today with the intention of picking up one book, came out with three, and then added five more to my list. I didn't even get the book I went in looking for. I have this terrible obsession with collecting books I know I won't get around to reading for at least an age. I'm a lit major for crying out loud. I'm going to have enough trouble trying to make it through my list of required reading this semester... which I just realized starts so soon. Eheu.