Every cloud is numbered in the library, so is every kiss and every fly
Last night a book made me physically ill. It wasn’t a Gray’s Anatomy book, although my longstanding aversion to televised surgeries is probably a good indicator about that particular tome having a similar effect. Nor was it a Grey’s Anatomy book, although I also suspect that I would have found that to be revolting in its own right. The book that made me sick came from the library. Like all the cool kids, I’ve been taking advantage of our local library system to help feed my book craving as we march through this wintry economic climate. There have been a … Continue reading Every cloud is numbered in the library, so is every kiss and every fly