We've been on a good roll for the last few days on the Self One-Month Makeover, and I think I'm starting to relax a little bit. Some of these tips, I do them anyway, so maybe I'm not automatically getting sent straight to a luxury suite on a high floor in Hell the way that I thought. Because really, I am an evil person at heart. If you doubt this, sit next to me during a party where the martinis are flowing and I'll quickly disprove your first impressions.

Spread the word: Don't let your latest favorite page-turner collect dust on a shelf. Toss it in a box with other beloved tomes and start a lending library at work. Add a sign-up sheet, and e-mail your colleagues, asking them to bring in their own books. Then get set for more scintillating watercooler conversation.

Okay, seems like a no brainer, right? Except it so isn't. This is way more tangled than the buying in bulk or baiting my friends with a party and then telling them I've donated to my pet charity in their name.

Actually, it's bittersweet. First of all, if I actually went out and purchased them as permanent pieces of my library, chances are that I have some kind of strong opinion about them and love to talk about them. Also, what's more fun than introducing someone to something that you love? Nothing. Maybe sex, but not a lot else.

And I often share pieces of my library with my sister, because she and I tend to have the same reading tastes and I also know that she'll bring the books back (nothing makes me more insane than missing something I know I have and then realizing that some ass borrowed it two years ago and didn't return it).

But let us talk for a minute about my workplace: I do what I do during the day because I am good at it and because they seem to really want me to keep doing it. While I get along with the majority of my coworkers, and genuinely like some of them, they view me a bit like an exotic species, with my English degrees and high falutin' words. No, this is not just in my mind, it's actually a bit of a joke in the office. So I have a hard time believing that we would enjoy the same books, you know? Like, can someone ostensibly flip from a Danielle Steele book to one by Kazuo Ishiguro? Or Margaret Atwood? Or even Douglas Coupland? I'm a bit of a lit snob, but I just don't see being able to throw myself into Day 19 and embrace it in the spirit in which it's intended. However, as Dana suggested, you do what you can and leave what you can't.

So, to do what I can: I do have some fluffy books and some mainstream books that my coworkers might enjoy, so I will dutifully start the box and list and put my name inside the books so that they will feel guilty if they don't bring them back. And I think also this brings up another very good point: without physically perusing my shelves, I have no idea what I have out there. Sure, I know that I have every T.C. Boyle book and every John Irving, but what else? Thus, I'm going to investigate personal library software so that it's easier to share books with like minded friends near and far. Thus, I add another item to my plan to get organized in 2008. Hey, that counts, right? —Weetabix