If anyone with with a first name beginning with R ever tells you that Good Reads is something that you can do pretty easily (for eg add 300 books in 30 mins) do NOT believe them because it’s a BIG, FAT LIE!
*ahem*
My advice. Back slowly away, smile to placate them, then turn around and run like hell!
Note: I have now updated this post title to better reflect my experiences as an intrepid explorer boldly going where no sane reader has gone before.
Kris + Books = Good. *Sometimes*. 
*stony silence*
*eyelash fluttering*
*pulls out a fluffy kitten bribe*
*pulls out a Russian Blue*
I have two already. They are hooligans. You are mental if you think I'd want another.
More hooliganish than my wicked black kitties Chaos and Mayhem?! Oy. Chaos ripped a @&$*#(&*$(#@!!! hole in my sheets this week. Intentionally. Little shit.
Their names are Boris (aka The Bruiser) and Feliks (aka The Brains). Together, they are The Russian Mob.
Need I say more.
You have my complete sympathy and understanding. Chaos' nickname is Thug Boy. He's fixed, but he swaggers anyway.
God, yes. *sigh* My bruiser is nearly 7 kilos (whatever that is in pounds) of pure muscle who also thinks that he is a dog. *double sigh*
On a much happier note… did you see that Tracy tagged you?? *hehehe*
Looks like that's 15.43 lbs…. which is what Chaos weighs.
Yup. I'm almost done and getting ready to report my linky back to meme mothership…
Srsly?? That's weird. If you tell me Chaos also has a foot fetish and plays fetch with rubber balls, I'm gonna think he is an almost-doppelganger.
He likes to play fetch with the plastic pulltabs from the top of my soymilk containers and he hates dancing – he will jump up and bite my hands if I dance. Close enough?
Almost. LOL. Boris stands on his hind legs and digs his claws into my butt. I'm about 170cms and most of that's leg so you can probably imagine how tall he is… and how many holes I get in my clothes.
Chaos can fish things off the counter when he's staning on his hind legs. AND he leaves holes in my sweat pants and such because he likes to make biscuits against my knees…