5 books that make up my second attempt at Spine Poetry

Falling together
Circus of ghosts
Of love and evil
Miss Fuller
Twice kissed
- Tosca, but not really - read the post and you'll see what I mean

Spine poetry. What is it? Take the spines of books and make poems out of them. It really *is* that simple. And how can you avoid it? You can't. Not if you're reading this blog, anyway. Congratulations - you're my first captives :) Most days I have books lying around on my desk waiting for me to review them, add them to a blog post, finish reading them or, sometimes, remember that they're there. Yesterday, in a moment of whimsy, I decided to try my hand at Spine Poetry...and spent a couple of minutes frowning, shuffling, frowning some more, re-arranging, and (you guessed it) frowning again. Finally, I decided I had a poem bad enough to share. What do the books have in common? Nothing, really, except two things: they were on my desk, and they're all fiction. Et voilà! 5 books that make up my second attempt at Spine Poetry. The first of which you can find on our tweetstream (complete with pic) here.

5 items I'm reading because people said I should

Stefan: You're staring.
Elena: I'm gazing.
Stefan: It's creepy.
Elena: Its romantic.
- Stefan and Elena from Vampire Diaries (YES, I said Vampire Diaries!). Who said creepy couldn't be romantic...?

My desk is almost empty of books today, and there's a pic to prove it. Yesterday there were enough for me to indulge in a whimsical moment of spine poetry. Albeit bad poetry on my part. Today, I am down to 5 cds (most by Iron and Wine), a junior fiction book (thanks to a review by Emma of Booksellers NZ blog) and my TARDIS mug (fill it with hot water and it disappears from one side and appears on the other - almost as good as the real thing), and a nonfic title I picked up in New Orleans while visiting the Laura Plantation (which Laura wrote after reading Gone with the wind and disagreeing with Mitchell's portrayal of plantation life). This is...unusual for me. Often staff walk by and stop and browse and ooh and aah over covers and/or strange titles. I like to think they're impressed. Mostly I think they're horrified at how many odd gems we have hidden in our collections. And then I think that their next reaction is fear that I somehow manage to unearth them without even trying. It's like a blessing. And a curse. What's a girl to do when she's waiting on books to come in? Apparently, she relies on others for recommendations. And today's list is made up of 5 items I'm reading because people said I should. So there :)