On 5th March I will be heading out in the dark with my 48 books * geez what was I thinking when I signed up for this. (I think I have some kind of disorder that makes me want to complete forms all the time, does it have a name this disorder like formaholic?) My title of which I have 48, yes 48, copies of to give away, having to choose from what was on offer there could only be one for me at the time. One Day by David Nicholls. A lovely story that made me want to cry at the end, so sad.
Firstly I have to collect the f*ckers I mean books. I had not thought this through logistically. 48 books are going to weigh a lot. I shall have to see if I can persuade He-man to give me a bit of his muscle. I predict a lot of eye rolling at this point. She-ra will want one but will probably never read it. I have actually forgotten who I said I wanted to give my books to - I think the hospice where mum died was one intended recipient. Each book has to be identified so its' journey can be tracked which I rather like the idea of. Who knows where it will end up? I always love the inscriptions in second books and now I'm taking part - kind of. No doubt I shall probably twitter my night should you wish to find out how I get on.