Everything we love is an accident that was written in the stars.
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Working as I do at a library, which I do, like, all the time, I have noticed that people often check out books in batches. It is not enough to check out one book on knitting, for instance, when one can check out three, or eleven, books on knitting. This is not a major revelation. I'm just saying I am accustomed to seeing books in related groupings. But I took a special pleasure today when these two books came back together: The Day My Butt Went Psycho and Winnie the Pooh