Breaking news from 2 a.m.: my to-read pile tipped over, with a sound like a small round of applause.
Picking the books up turned into a reunion party. Hello again, blue-cover novel! Hello, giant history of salt! A few got read on the spot, cross-legged on the floor.
“A falling pile is just a bookshelf saying hello!”
The pile is now two smaller piles. They are already growing again. Excellent!