You are standing in the biography section of your favorite bookstore, looking at the new arrivals. Wait...is that...can it be...yes! The long-awaited autobiography of Neil Patrick Harris, beloved actor/singer/magician/all-around amazingly cool guy, is there in front of you. Calling to you. Begging you to make it yours.
But, you say to yourself, I have all those books at home. I'm in the middle of a herculean reading project. And no matter how much I tell myself otherwise, if I buy the book, I will read it. RIGHT NOW. And I don't really have space for anything new. Eventually it will come out in paperback and it will be much less expensive, by which time I might have reached the letter H in my library and have bought some more shelves. I should really just wait...
And then, seemingly of its own volition, you see your hand, reaching out...
If you listen to your inner voice and go home empty-handed, go on to the next blog post.
If you buy the book and take it home and race through it, loving every minute and laughing out loud repeatedly, then you are just like me and we should be friends.
Author: Neil Patrick Harris
Potentially objectionable content: Language, sex, etc.
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