Total number of books I own
Sweet merciful Jesus, too many. They're double-stacked in places on the main set of shelves in the kitchen, and they're creeping up the walls all over the house. I did a major purge two years ago and, sadly, my shelves have pretty much reverted to their "before" photo state.
Last book I read
I can't tell you, because I'll be writing about it soon, along with some exciting news. That's right. MORE EXCITING NEWS. Get a load of my life, with the dizzying highs and the terrifying lows and the creamy middles.
Last book I bought
Hmm... well, the last book I bought was a gift for someone who knows someone who sometimes reads this site, so I can't say. But the second-last book I bought was Goodnight, Sam by Marie-Louise Gay. It's to be a Christmas present for Sam, who never reads this site. It hurts, but I live with it.
Five meaningful books
Holy crow. You knew those other questions were too easy, right? Okay, so for my own purposes, I'm going to eliminate all religious texts from consideration, mostly because I'm a heathen ignoramus. And I'm not going to go the "I love these books in a totally deep and personal and meaningful way that you couldn't possibly understand but I will tell you anyway" route, mostly because, well, meh.
Instead, I'm going to go the preachy, prescriptive route and list five books that I think would be meaningful if the entire population were to read them. You know, in case 6.5 billion people start looking to this site for book recommendations. (What? It could happen.)
You know my M.O. I don't tag. But I must warn you: a man in Spokane, Washington, ignored this meme and was stricken with a devastating case of ennui. Plus itching.