Oh my god, get me out of here ...

You walk into the shop, take a quick glance around and think to yourself, 'Blimey, I've hit the mother lode.' Rapidly followed by, 'Oh god, this is a mistake; I need to get out of here.' The shop is wall to wall, floor to ceiling crime and mystery novels. Thousands of them. Every author you can think of. It's like the TBR from hell. I browse around in a cold sweat. I shun all offers of help - you don't offer to feed the habit to an addict - don't these people know they are drug dealers? I select three books and high tail it out of there, feeling like I might be walking away from the ultimate high. The Seattle Mystery Bookshop. Only for those who have self-restraint. Everyone else enter at your peril - the TBR will grow. My haul ...