When I moved to Seattle, I could only take as much stuff as I could fit in the spare bits of a station wagon, so many of my books did not make it. (And yet, somehow Mr. Emmy and I have ended up with more books than we have bookshelves for, and we have four ceiling-height bookshelves and three more smaller ones. IT IS A DISEASE.)

I've been smuggling my books out here a couple at a time since then, just by sticking a few in the old suitcase whenever I go back home. Next time, I add Quest for a Maid!