Sorting Moky's Books

I find myself staring at the bookcases everywhere. The past several times I've been to see my mother, I've distractedly perused the books lining the living room, where she lives these days. Finally, I started pulling things off the shelf, stacking and restacking, looking for just the right sequence. I showed some of my "drafts" to my mother - she thought I was trying to sort the books with some content-driven rationale. Ah but no, it's just the titles we're interested in here, with a little attention to the design of the spine - the title must run the long way, not crosswise.

Somehow, the earnest "Towards a New Psychology of Women" led down one dreadful path.

And "This Thing Called Love" comes to no good end.

I tell you, it's like eating peanuts.