Okay, I get a kick out of random number pattern occurrences, and this mono-numeric coincidence has me thrilled. I just finished reading my 88th book for this year. Today. On 8/8/08. I just don't know how you get any cooler numbers than that.
It was unplanned, but thankfully noticed. And before you think I'm wonder-woman for reading that many books, (or start worrying for the safety and well-being of my children that MUST be neglected if all this reading is going on,) please realize that most of these books are historical junior fiction. Many of them have been books I've pre-read for school purposes. In fact, if I took all the junior fiction out, my count would only be around 25. But I figure that many books sold as adult fiction contain less valuable, educational, edifying information than these junior fiction books contain, and are often written more poorly. Besides, how can A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle or Ballet Shoes by Noel Streatfield not "count"? They do, I say. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. And enjoying my beautiful row of 8's while I'm at it.