The latest column in my “Pulled of my Shelves” series — the last in a baker’s dozen all graciously hosted by Lemonhound — is “A library is print in its gaseous state.”

The twelfth installment of my “Pulled off my shelves” series (citrously hosted by lemonhound) is “Mother Tongue, naturally.”

The eleventh installment of my “Pulled off my shelves” series (citrously hosted by lemonhound) is “I cannot sleep unless I am surrounded by books.”

The tenth installment of my “Pulled off my shelves” series (houndishly hosted by lemonhound) is “It looks like ink spilled on a piece of paper.”

The ninth installment of my “Pulled off my shelves” series (citrusly hosted by lemonhound) is “Have you studied the soft toes of geckoes?“

The eighth installment of my “Pulled off my shelves” series (citrusly hosted by lemonhound) is “All Work and No Play Makes Jck a Dull Boy.”

The seventh installment of my “Pulled off my shelves” series (houndishly hosted by lemonhound) is “Hence latent of satisfaction, relating singing of of bunch the effect.”

The sixth installment of my “Pulled off my shelves” series (houndishly hosted by lemonhound) is “O, that I love what others do abhor.”

The fifth installment of my “Pulled off my shelves” series (doggedly hosted by lemonhound) is “compose the holes.”