there are times i wish i could just sit down alone in the store and just read through every synopsis for every book that looked remotely interesting. luckily, when shelving, i am able to do that, but to an extent: i only have time to read a few sentences while walking, or else i'll be falling and skidding all over the place like a koala on an ice rink. another thing that ties into the desired browsing is when i have access to amazon and the assorted book-finding uber-technology we have brimming from our pristine flat-screened monitors. i swear, sometimes i look at and read about so many different books that i believe my summer reading list looks like Leviticus and Deutoronomy put together. currently i'm in giddy anticipation to read "Fantasyland" by Sam Walker and "Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell" by Susanna Clarke. and since i'm aware that you're absolutely melting to know, my newest pet peeve is currently obtaining papercuts from handling books incorrectly. yeah, that's right, there is a WRONG WAY TO HANDLE BOOKS. i can't even begin to tell you the amount of literature-instigated fatalities i've heard about in 2006 alone. it'd make your granny wet her depends.