After dinner tonight I started Kathy Love's I Only Have Fangs For You. I had to buy this one from half.com since it's next to impossible to catch on either of my book trading websites. I don't like buying brand new trade paperbacks since I read so fast (why do they publish popular fiction/urban fantasy/paranormal romance in that format when they could sell loads more in mass media paperback format instead) . I definitely don't get my money's worth, even if the story's great, and unless I'm going to keep it forever. Fangs is the third volume in the Young brothers series and this one is about Sebastian. He's different than I thought and is falling way faster than I expected. Good. May be the best one yet.
I just want to acknowledge here that I do realize that I have a book problem. Out of the realm of possible problems, it's not a bad one to have, I guess. I don't watch much tv anymore, for starters. However, the things that I need to do - cleaning my house, working in the yard, etc. - definitely get put on the back burner. I get more excited about a new book coming out than just about anything. Is that weird? Probably :)