In which I answer the misconception behind the number one question asked of rare book dealers.
In which I present a chronological list of the 100+ books I read last year with a few general observations.
In which I reminisce in general and specific regarding Dickens's classic holiday ghost story.
In which I consider the anthropomorphism in Kenneth Grahame's Wind In The Willows, and the unexpected book it seems to have had a significant influence on.
In which I enthuse about finding a particular copy of some creepy old stories that inspired Lovecraft, containing a diabolical bookplate, and evidence of an early feminist bookshop.
In which I give a review of gushing praise but little detail, and some thoughts of hypothetical, but unlikely, adaptation of Susanna Clarke's beautiful novel.
In which I attempt to promote my own dear little publishing business, because why beat around the bush; it's bookish and it's something worth talkin' about.
In which I save some old bits of poetry I wrote a while ago on the defunct website Micropoetry.com. Indulge me a moment.
In which I provide a guide and tips as to how to behave at and approach a local library's book sale.
In which I take a breath, consider things for a moment, and get a few things off my mind before diving into anything too specific.
In which I attempt to justify to myself the reason for having this blogspace and how I hope to utilize it. Where am I coming from, and where might I venture towards.
