I have exactly one-hundred romance books in my library. Ninety-seven titles.
Why is this? I bought two extra copies of The Masquerade (because it's my favorite), and an extra copy of The Prize, both Brenda Joyce novels.
After looking at my entire collection (having to move them TWICE last night because of my mom's judgmental side) it's like...Houston, we have a problem. It's a LOT of stuff I have. Maybe I should start selling some off, but not before I write a review for every single one of them.
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