A adore "Ex Libris." It has a huge place in my heart, for her obsession with fountain pens and her anxiety over merging her books with her husband's (Devin and I still keep separate bookshelves after 16 years -- I can't even easily pack a suitcase with our clothes together. I'm weird). Also her essay about the "odd shelf" or whatever it's called. Except half my shelves are "odd."

I want to read the Hunger Games but I have so much else in a big pile on my dresser that I feel like I have to read first. Oh, and a book to finish writing. :(