Some Books Are Meant to be Shot Intravenously
Sadly another month without regular internet at home. No matter. I’ve been on a book-buying binge ever since I found a Salvation Army and a used book store within walking distance of my flat; this is dangerous for a bibliophile like me. I knew I hit rock-bottom when I bought an obscure Umberto Ecco novel from a dodgy man in Union Square. Who knows what I could have caught!
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