It is virtually impossible for me to grab a single book from my bookshelves. I'm drawn to the nearby spines, enticed by the larger tomes near the bottom, and find that I must reassure myself that the books in the back row (there's never enough room for them all) are still nested cozily amongst each other.
Eventually I forget what I was looking for in the first place, choose a favorite or something I've been meaning to read, and withdraw, only to repeat the process again hours later.
Ooooooooo. Shellllvesssss.....
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