I have a two-foot tall stack of wicked cool galleys to read, including one for John Green's Paper Towns and one for Suzanne Collins' The Hunger Games. However, my legs and shoulders feel like gigantic red torpedos of pain.
It is a good trade.
ETA: Slightly revived from a snack of Pocky Sticks (really. Don't ask.) I have to note: gigantic red torpedos of pain? I didn't even spell torpedoes right. Clearly I have some very good drugs or I need some.
Also? I got my hot little mitts on Frankenstein Takes the Cake. Whee!