Not That I'm Proud of This...

I've mentioned a couple of times that I was just on a five-day business trip to San Francisco. And I've blogged before about the agony of picking the right book(s) for a trip -- what if I get stuck on a five-hour flight with a book I don't want to keep reading?

So I thought I should come clean about my book-packing for this trip. It was high, even for me, since I threw in the things I wanted to cover for ComicMix this week, and I was also doing the Hard Case Crime thing as well.

But I packed fourteen books for five days away -- seven Hard Case and seven comics.

Although I should point out that I read eleven of those during those five days, and one more today, after I got back. So it looks like I packed only slightly too many books -- and I can live with that.