10 August 2010
My castle, my books.
Hauling through Bird by Bird, folding down pages, circling passages. My words here have been light; the general idea is that they will live somewhere else.
A tidbit of Bird by Bird, written by a mother completely mad for her child :
Having a baby is like suddenly getting the world's worst roommate, like having Janis Joplin with a bad hangover and PMS come to stay with you.