My bookcase fell over, so I thought I’d catalog some of the old paperbacks for my Good Reads lists, but found myself far too lazy. I took pictures instead, so I can add the titles at leisure.

Also! If you’re looking at these and wondering why the hell they’re so tattered and worn (and you’re hoping you never lent me a book), don’t worry: I don’t abuse books.  Most of these I’ve had for years or found in a bargain bin at the used book store; I can’t bring myself to toss books in the trash, and I know no one else would take care of them if I just gave them away.  With me, they have a home for life.

(Note to self, that half book is The Machineries of Joy. Find the other damn half.)

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