The other day my mother was getting things ready for a yard sale and she pulled out some books we had stored. She waved a book at me that was by my favorite author and asked if I wanted to sell it. I had forgotten the plot so I told her I wanted to read it again.
Today I was almost finished reading it and I glanced over at my bookcase. Lo and behold, there was the same book in a stack I had just purchased.
I keep buying multiples of books thanks to this swiss cheese brain of mine!
I love this illness, not!