Sunday, September 24, 2006

I miss my books.

When I left New York City for good I gave away all my books. Ten years' worth of accumulated library. Those little suckers were my friends, and I miss them sorely. Yesterday as I stood in a Brussels FNAC looking at the two square inches of English language books that I could choose from, I couldn't help but think of my books being lost to me forever. Well. Forever is a little melodramatic in these times of But you get the point.
The Farming of Bones. Lolita. Expat. Nigella Bites.
How could I let you go?

On a completely separate topic, I've decided to stop emailing friends who never write back.

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