I have a new problem.
Much like a raccoon, I'm attracted to shiny objects. As a librarian I should be able to maintain some form of self-control when I see a pretty book cover. I've been burned enough times in the past to know better, but I still do a fancy-ass Lara Croft swan dive to get to the pretty hardcovers before the next person. Good flap copy helps too, but we're all visual creatures and a good cover is step number one in the love affair that starts when you make eye contact.
And Riffle has romanced me with its layout. When I login and see wall-to-wall shiny book covers that my friends are reading I go a little weak in the knees, spending more time than I should scrolling down, clicking, marking to-read, and then promising myself I'll log out soon. Yes, it's more social media that found a way to tweak my spine, and I think everyone is pretty aware that I have more than one addiction.
To see the book covers laid out like a Pinterest board that I didn't make yet seems to be calling my name, is like walking into a hotel room that inexplicably smells like your own home. I'm ridiculously happy when I'm playing with Riffle, and I don't have a good explanation other than that at heart I'm a baby mammal and this is a colorful, shiny thing.
And lists... oh... my little OCD librarian brain is rejoicing. I honestly scroll through my own lists just to see the books I put there one more time. It's like paging through your old high school yearbooks and being all, "I FORGOT about that thing / time / person!" And then you go all loosey goosey and call your friends and remind them about that thing / time / person. Except in this case it's a book. I'm re-reading like crazy right now, and forcing my friends into books from a few years ago that perhaps didn't float to the top of their TBR at the time.
My poor, long-suffering friends. Trust me. You don't want to know me in real life. I'm a demanding soul-sucker.
I actually found myself making a list of the lists I want to make on Riffle this weekend.
So check it out, you'll thank me. Or you might damn my name. Either way.