A troubling trend has reared its ugly head in my bibliophilic world. I'm fairly sure I've posted at least once about this, but I feel the need to justify the fact that I'm not in lab right now by elaborating.
The scenario: you walk into a friend's house. She has an artsy couch, with tasteful throwpillows. Behind it, a bookshelf, filled with books.
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