So, canon-checking that fanfic I wrote yesterday made me realize that there was an entire collection of books I had not added to LibraryThing: The Barsoom novels! Sister and I went looking for them after reading Number of the Beast, thereby disproving the theory that fanfic loses money for the original authors. I remember taking them to read in class in high school and folding notebook-paper covers, because some of the actual cover paintings were well-nigh pornographic. (As they should have been! I adore those covers! I just didn't want Mr. M or Dr. P to ever see me reading them.) Now I just need to figure out where Dejah Thoris's head rolled off to. It fell off about five minutes after I opened the package. That's what I get for buying action figures at Odd Lots.

(I also went ahead and put in the Cadfael books, because Brother Cadfael rocks the Narthex. Also they were in the same box under Mom's bed as the ERB. But I am not going to go and add all of the Star Trek novels. Nope. Not gonna. Never. Even if that would maybe push me over into one of the top 100 libraries.)

Not that that's all of the ERB books in this house: My grandmother collected Tarzan novels, and for some reason several of her offspring inherited the yen. (Why Tarzan novels was heritable, and not one of the other myriad things* she collected, I can't tell you.) Mom was one of the unfortunates, so there's over a dozen of those, too (most really, really old hardcovers,) on the shelf in the living room.


( *On Things Grandma Collected: )