Book Buffet.

Today is my last day of finals. So far I have felt very good about the tests and papers I've submitted. Tonight I'll turn in one last essay, and take on test and write one final essay. Sigh.

What does this mean though, really? Well... it means I can shelf old William Wordsworth, John Keats, Berthold Brecht, Rolf Hochhuth, Percy and Mary Shelley...and so many others. Oh, and MLA Handbook, natch.

And once shelved, I can read WHATEVER I WANT.

I'm really only giving myself the month of May to read whatever without adding in any comps-list books as well. So-- send me your fluffiest, silliest, most mindlessest books you've read and loved recently. I will buy them, read them with delight, and relish in the minimal mental engagement they elicit.

Oh man, that sounds like heaven!