My bookshelves are groaning. I mean that literally – there’s some precarious bending of slats going on. This year’s Christmas haul consists of 84 books that I’ve never read and about 120 that I haven’t read for eight years. Continue reading “We’re going to need a bigger flat (with more shelves)”
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Buying a book by its cover.
There are a few opening lines of books that really stick with me. The ones that spring immediately to mind:
“I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.”
“The man in black fled across the desert and the gunslinger followed him.”
And now…
“I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.”
“The man in black fled across the desert and the gunslinger followed him.”
And now…
“There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.” Continue reading “Buying a book by its cover.”
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