Listen, teen book writers, you can’t just name things whatever you like.

Books sitting on my dresser that I have every intention of reading, although most likely in the rather distant future when I actually have the time:
I need this book so badly.
Gets me every single time.
Happy Birthday to Douglas Adams! He would have been 59 today.
A map of the literary United Kingdom.
A lovely map, and I hate to be a pedant, but why is Oscar Wilde on it? And I don’t think that Bram Stoker was from an island in the North Sea.
This is a poster made from every word in the Great Gatsby. I must own it if I am to continue living.
Cry me a gorram river, McCarthy.
lived twelve little girls in two straight lines.