Minor rant

I'm having a rough reading summer-insert full pout here. This shouldn't be happening. Summer is when all of the good books come out. Summer is when Publishers flood the market with lovely little gems of literary goodness. So what in the holy hell is happening.

When visiting my dens of inequity as of late (Borders/Barnes and Noble) I am hard pressed to find anything to add to my stack. I usually wander the store picking up three or four or five or twelve books take them to the cafe and read the backs and first few pages and decide which of the little darlings are coming home with me. I do feel just a little guilty in creating more work for the poor schlob that has to painstakingly return all the rejects but since my spending of books rivals a small country's GDP I figure it's OK.

Where are all the good books? UGHHH!