My dreams have suddenly taken a turn for the literary–as you’ll know if you follow me on Facebook. But the night after that dream, I had a dream much more traumatic.
I don’t even remember what the problem was, but in a desperate gamble to save my books from a no-longer-remembered fate, I tried to heave my entire bookshelf across the Grand Canyon.
The attempt was unsuccessful.
This is kind of funny, considering that the morning before I dreamed this, I threw out my back trying to move a piece of furniture to make room to work out in my living room. (That attempt was also unsuccessful.) And because I have never been to the Grand Canyon.
In the dream I was pretty distraught, however. The Fate Worse Than Exploding Bookshelves was surely a fate worse than exploding bookshelves, but all I could think about was my exploded bookshelf. “My books!” I wailed. “Especially The Ordinary Princess and Til We Have Faces!”
So, if your bookshelf exploded, which two books would you be the most distraught about losing?