Apparently 'tis the season for making lists. I love lists of books. I've been reading other people's lists, and realized, I could make my own! Yippee! As I lay in bed last night, instead of sleeping, I thought about all the different sorts of book lists I could make, which was a list of lists, or at any rate an actual, if not written, list of potential lists.
Can you tell that I'm excited at the thought of making my own book lists?
So, time permitting, which is to say Little Ceasar permitting, I will be typing list upon list and inflicting them upon you in the next few days.