Nebby looked around her room. It was immaculate, as usual, but she was feeling fussy and couldn’t shake the feeling that she should be DOING something. Cleaning was her usual go-to, but after searching futilely for even a speck of dust, she resolved herself to decluttering and reorganizing. Specifically, she targeted her bookshelves. She hadn’t weeded through them in quite some time, and while they were presently arranged alphabetically by author, she wonder...
