flax-golden tales: the beginning of the world again
the beginning of the world again We hang the new worlds on the tree until we need them. We could keep them in drawers or boxes but they look pretty hanging from the
the beginning of the world again We hang the new worlds on the tree until we need them. We could keep them in drawers or boxes but they look pretty hanging from the
2012 was a weird reading year for me. I feel like I didn’t read quite as much as I did last year. I read bits of things and more non-fiction than I usually do,
grab the holiday cheer The sign makes claims of FUN (twice, with exclamation points) but it’s far too stressful to be fun. The timer starts on a delay: a randomized silent countdown followed by
I will not say that I have too many books. I would never say that, even if I had All The Books which is probably impossible. Even if I had Most Of The Books,
the brief, bittersweet romance of leaves and snow The leaves are patient. They wait, and they hope. Their less romantic compatriots tease them. Call them foolish for continuing to cling to their branches while
I am quite frequently asked about books. Usually about books I like or that I’d recommend and I’ve been meaning to do book posts for the blog for ages, so December is going to