Shows you how much they knew.
I often try to disguise my books as something else. This tall case houses my microphone collection. I'm a standup comic, maybe you were expecting porcelain figurines instead? But those microphones are really just there to hide my 109 books about comedy.
Here I've used an assortment of vintage cars to camouflage the books. But I only started buying the cars to hide the books. Yes, I know I have a problem.
I stash my books over, under and in everything.
I pretend I need books in the kitchen:
As many books as I have, I'm still amazed at some of my purchases. For example, this one: 
But then I came to this chapter and said, "Oh yeah, now I remember."
This one's a no-brainer:
Now I can recognize all the pills I pick up on the floors of my friends' homes. And from their medicine cabinets. And sometimes from going through their purses. Which reminds me, please stop taking all the pills in your prescription. You're making it that much harder on me.
When someone writes a book about you, you really do have to buy it:
The 3 easy steps to living longer could be eating ice cream, robbing banks and laying on the couch only I'll never know because I've never even opened this one:
If you do want a good summer read pick up If You Knew Suzy by Wall Street Journalist Katherine Rosman. It's unputdownable which, if it's not a real word, should be.
Well, I'm off to take 25% off Dad's gift. Thanks for noticing he died 10 years ago, Internet.
And also? 76% off Summer domain sales!!
And 40% off the new Stephenie Meyer book. Well, maybe I won't do that last one. 
