Oh Derek Zoolander. How I love your perky hair and sucked in cheeks. The screenplay for Zoolander 2 is in the can, penned by Stiller, with Will Ferrell’s Mugatu written in. It’s been a decade or so. But I’ll still see it.

In other random movie musings, what’s going in with The Dark Knight Rises casting? Is Anne Hathaway going to be Catwoman? Is Shia LeBeouf or however you spell his name going to be Robin? Is there going to be a Robin? Look, Christopher Nolan. I trust you implicitly. But there are limits to your power.

So, how excited am I for books this year? Probably more excited than I have been in years. It’s one of the coolest things about this biz, how plugged in you get to the flow of books. But it’s a double-edged sword. Let me explain. There are so many books coming out that I’m excited for. There are so many new authors that I’m dying to get acquainted with. But there are also classics that I need to catch up on. And perennial favorites that I need to keep tabs on. Really these are way too many books for me to afford.

But you know how Joey from Friends doesn’t share food? Well, I don’t choose between books.

So far I’m going with a three-pronged plan. I’m buying a Nook, which will reduce costs and slow the reproduction of bookshelves in my home, which is approaching rabbit-speed. When I do buy, I split my purchase between new lusts and old faves. For example, in a week or so I’m buying Courtney Allison Moulton’s Angelfire, and Holly Black’s short story collection The Poison Eaters, and the Andre Dubus’ collection Finding a Girl in America. And finally, I buy books as gifts now, quite frequently. Or I target reading friends who would enjoy a particular book I’m after, so they buy it. Then a few months later, I’ll discreetly borrow it. If I do too much of this, I’ll wind up looking like a bit of a D-bag. But I’ll be a reading D-bag, and that’s what matters.