The postman only screams twice

My mailman is going to hate me. I've gotten at least a book a day for the past 3 days. More importantly/annoyingly I've got 7 more coming to me from the most addictive and, yet, glorious website ever.

I remember when my roomies and I were first looking at the apartment complex. I took one look at the mailbox and contemplated whether or not it would hold a normal sized paperback book. Beth, Kristy, and I determined that it would not. I'm glad to say that our depth perception stinks. That sucker has held three paperbacks at one time. Granted, the rest of the mail was smooshed, but what do bills matter when compared to reading material?

Hardcovers... now that's another story. At least our complex offers package delivery service.