and sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

[beardedbarley]

 Whilst in Melbourne, in some building in Federation Square, there was a book sale. Tables and tables of pre-owned, pre-loved books, lots of them with spines that were not bent at all, most with lovely illustrations on the cover. All I bought was one, thin book, The Butterfly and the Bell Jar. I wish I had bought more.

I don't, for some reason, want to buy completely new books. So I think it's about time for me to visit a second-hand book store and start loving books again.

(Also, I would like a pair of brown boots, and a pair of heeled, black booties for cold weather glam.)