Last time I received an Amazon delivery from the UK, my Seamus Heaney was bent and my Orhan Pamuk had its jacket scuffed. This time, fortunately, the mail carrier saw fit to bring my package to the door (although he left the magazines, cards and political flyers at the street) instead of attempting to wrap it around the mailbox flag. My Kate Atkinson arrived in perfect condition today, complete with an attached red ribbon marker. It's so pretty I don't regret not waiting for the US version.
A bang, not a whimper
Two months into L.'s retirement, and I'm finished with the stockpiling of books. No more book purchases! Or at least, no purcha...
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(See also Musee des Beaux Arts ) As far as mental anguish goes, the old painters were no fools. They understood how the mind, the freakiest ...
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Lou wondered where his information would go when he died. Would filaments of learning plant patterns on earth? Would his brain train the sin...
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