My Pride and Joy


I'd forgotten the incredible power of my merged Chicago and New Hampshire libraries. How Beautiful. We start with drama, literary theory, essays, poetry, short stories, religion, philosophy, theology, mythology, and novels, only to end with hardcovers, foreign language, and of course more hard covers which wouldn't fit on the upper shelves. (yes that's right my personal library has a foriegn language section.) Not pictured: oversized books including Dante's Inferno with Gustave Dori's engravings and the trashy paperback section.

Nothing smacks of elitism and intellect like a personal library.

Recent aquisitions? Jip and Janneke, Adrian Plass, and some catholic meditation book from Marco. Yes, those are dinosaurs diligently presiding over my treasure tomes.