I was going through the random piles and bits of papers I collected over the past few weeks, and I found this thing I hand-wrote one night. I'd just finished one of the Lord Peter books (possibly Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club), it was after midnight, and I became suddenly maudlin about the existence of books.
I'm now typing it up to post. It feels appropriate; I just had a lovely evening hanging out with my roommate Abby which included dinner, the best hot chocolate EVER (main page of restaurant here; menu description: "Thick chocolate with vanilla cream. A choice of dark, milk, or white chocolate"; I got dark, and it was like drinking hot chocolate mousse), and a trip to the Strand. Thus, the maudlin, rambly book stuff.
( Books are love )
In other news, I was looking through the Dorothy Sayers books they have available in the library, and they have a rare edition of some book she edited, so now I have to go look at it. :) *is nerdy*
Also, I'm reminded of this link. BOOKs! Hee!
I'm now typing it up to post. It feels appropriate; I just had a lovely evening hanging out with my roommate Abby which included dinner, the best hot chocolate EVER (main page of restaurant here; menu description: "Thick chocolate with vanilla cream. A choice of dark, milk, or white chocolate"; I got dark, and it was like drinking hot chocolate mousse), and a trip to the Strand. Thus, the maudlin, rambly book stuff.
( Books are love )
In other news, I was looking through the Dorothy Sayers books they have available in the library, and they have a rare edition of some book she edited, so now I have to go look at it. :) *is nerdy*
Also, I'm reminded of this link. BOOKs! Hee!