I love reading. I love getting book recommendations. I love that I can request books from the public library using my phone, no matter where I am. As soon as I hear a title, I can request it, and I do, multiple times during the day. I love that I get a voicemail and a text when my requested books come in. I love that they patiently wait for me to swing by and pick them up. My book love is a whirlwind romance. As soon as I pick up a new book, that is the book I want to commit my time to. The previous books, both in the process of being read and the ones that are now piling up, get left behind in a variety of places-- my nightstand, my bag, the backseat of my car, my trunk. I just received a voicemail. I have a book waiting for me. What am I going to tell the other books?