I was poking around my favorite used bookstore and found this.


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I’m cursing myself for having gotten rid of so many of these when I moved out of my parents’ house. Once upon a time, my bookshelves were a veritable rainbow of pastel spines and Hodges’s Uncanny Valley landscapes. Now the only ones I can find are Jessi’s Wish and the clusterfuck du jour: Dawn and Too Many Sitters.

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Currently in bed with a flu that is refusing to shift. I’m 22 and home for Christmas, and when feeling a little feverish, my mum tells me to get to bed. Lying back with a cup of tea, my mum thrusts a bunch of BSC books onto the bed, as they were what I always used to read growing up when I was poorly. Little does my mum know that what I mainly read ( Read more... )

Oh, my. I seem to have lost Karen's New Year.
I know I'm probably stupid for starting something else, but eh.
In this lovely installment we meet the Craines, who apparently look like troll dolls and/or yard sale Barbies. Mallory looks like she's about forty. Observe. Cover courtesy of the Book Ladies:


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