When it comes to books, I am straight-up greedy. I offer no apologies, only slow, regretful sighs that I cannot own all the books I want to read. Or read all the books I want to read. I could probably spend all of my waking time reading, until it carried over into my dreams, making my life a soft, sweet, contented whirl of words. Other people’s words. Oh. At this point, I would cease to be a writer. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all, but you get my drift. Books-I need them in my life. These are the volumes and literary-related goodies making me drool and pant and dream. Enjoy! Continue reading
A Reading List a Mile Long: Bas Bleu Summer 2012 Edition
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