I have a wish list on amazon. It used to contain 45 items. Now, it contains 16 items.

Some of those books were bought for me for Christmas. But others I bought myself. For me.

I’ll admit I became a writer so I could buy books. I love books. I love opening them and discovering new things.

But having that list drives me nuts. I want to finish that list. I want all those books on the list. And when I tried to purchase one of those items… Amazon wouldn’t let me buy it. Too many complaints about the quality of the book. Wha???

I think my heart broke. I love books. I don’t need them to be perfect. I would take that book from the island of misfit books and still read it. Yet, I was denied.

I know it was for my own good. Obviously there were egregious problems with the book, but I still want it. So  now I must wait while a book sits on my list and I can’t buy now with one click.

I think I might go a little nuts while I wait. Just a little…. Okay a little more crazy than I already am. Even though I’ve bought 10 books, that one is still in the back of my mind waiting…

I hope I’m not kept waiting long. This is an election year. I need a little escapism.

Until next time.