Wednesday, January 16, 2002


Nothing makes me happier than knowing I have a great book to read, waiting for me every night on my bedside table.
My ex was the best librarian I ever had. She got to the point where she'd either just send me my next book to read, or tell me what to order, and she was right on target 90% of the time.
I am rereading books I already have, adrift without anyone knowing my peculiar reading tastes anymore.
Makes me sad.

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