““Nancy carried a cardboard boxes loaded with books toward the moving van that Saturday morning. Our eyes met and we shared a smile. “You didn’t have as much stuff when you moved in,” she pointed out wryly. “How many boxes of books is this? Seriously. It’s like you’re living in a freaking library.” I shrugged. “You know me. I have a bit of a book fetish.” “I wouldn’t mind the books if you’d join us in the 21st century and get an e-reader already. Then when you move a thousand books from place to place, I don’t risk throwing my back out.””
