He's Not My Type (The Vancouver Agitators, #4)

by Meghan Quinn

Now let’s load your books on the shelves. The only thing we need to talk about is how you want them organized.” “I don’t care.” He shrugs. “Just stick them on there.” I clutch my hand to my chest. “Dear God, Halsey. I’m not even a big reader and I know that’s sacrilege. You can’t just stick the books up there. There needs to be purpose to it.” “Why though? I don’t care.” “Clearly, given where you’ve been storing all of your books, but now that they’re going to have a new home, let’s treat them with some decency. Now your choices are as follows: we can group them by author, or genre, or by color.” “What do you mean by color?” he asks. “Well, don’t let me influence you, but it might be fun to do what the Home Edit does.” “What the hell is that?” he asks. I roll my eyes. “I should have known, given the state of your apartment when I arrived. The Home Edit are two ladies that have revolutionized the way we organize our houses. Their claim to fame is turning everything into a rainbow. So if you have a bunch of crayons, you organize them into rainbow order. Or books . . . you group them by color and put them in rainbow order.”