Books. Flooding my bookshelf like an army of soldiers.

Books. So hard to choose which one to read.

They create little voices in my head, shouting out to me,

wanting me to read them first.

Which one should I choose, which one should I choose?

I always ask myself.

Finally, I choose to go blindly.

I reach my hand out and feel around.

I feel a thick heavy book.

Darn. Books.