Books and Books and Books
S. Jam Fitzgerald can complain all he wants about how my books take over the surfaces of the apartment and every time we move they ruin everyone’s back, but he should step back and be grateful he’s not dating Junot Diaz, for lots of reasons, but also because Diaz did this:
I have three storage units, and that’s no lie. Three storage units. All books.
And then I get sad because even Junot Diaz can’t afford an apartment big enough for all his books.