Today I finally finished the tremendous task of weeding, sorting and cleaning my library.

I started the job earlier this fall when I got fed up because I couldn't ever find anything on my non-fiction shelves.  So over the course of several weeks, I bought two new bookcases, rearranged several bookcases, and finally, re-categorized seven bookcases worth of non-fiction.

Then, the non-fiction looked so good, that the mess in the fiction section really started bugging me. So, with the kids home over Xmas break, I put them to work helping me.  I weeded, sorted and cleaned ten bookcases of general fiction and six bookcases of science fiction/fantasy.  Plus cleaned and straightened four bookcases of kids books and two more bookcases of misc. books.

Now, I have twenty-nine (6.5' x 2.5') bookcases that are sorted, alphabetized and clean, the floor is clean, and I have eight paper-boxes full of books to give away. And it all looks really, really glorious, except that I keep looking at the one (and only one) poor lonely little empty shelf (not case... shelf!)... and wonder what the hell I'm going to do because I'm out of room for more bookcases down there and I'm weeded down about as far as I can go.

Well, I guess there's one good thing about being broke, I can't buy books to fill up that one shelf as fast as I used to, so I'm safe for a while.  :-)

And... it sure looks pretty down there.  I keep going down and admiring it.  :-)  So, I'm feeling very accomplished right now.  :-)

I can't sleep now, but hoping I can shortly.  In the meantime, I thought I'd ask y'all a question.

I'm positive that a long time ago (15-years maybe) I read a book, that I'm positive was by James P. Hogan, about a guy who gets recruited to solve a couple of murders... murders that were a big deal because the president wasn't actually just one person but 5 clones of one person, all specially trained in different aspects of being president, and now two of the clones are dead and the others in danger... so this guy has to solve the murders, and of course he does.

I was also positive the book was down on my bookshelf. 

Except it isn't.  And it appears to not even be a JPH book.  In fact, after a couple fruitless hours searching on the web, it appears to not be a book at all.

Am I crazy?  Did I really read this book?  Or not?

Anybody know?