I will no longer have to worry what I'll do to recover my books if anything Tragic ever happens to my parents' basement. Well, once I enter the backlog. Maybe I'll be able to do it before summer is over.
On another book-related note, I kind of lead my dad to believe I had promised not to buy any new books until I got my Unread piles to under 200 books. (Yes, I really do own about 300 books that I have never read.) But, um. Today I bought 8 new books. It's not my fault! They're so pretty and soft and succulent, with that matte trade paperback finish and glorious blurbs on the back! Not my fault!