In search of a cure...
Books are a salve for the soul....ever my most cherished refuge from things I'd rather not face. We went to Barnes and Noble for a bit of retail therapy and, several books later, I feel hermit-like. One would think that lazing about amongst the book aisles for almost six hours would be enough for me. I don't think it ever can be. My latest purchases (over which I am giddy with anticipation) are "Japan: A Traveler's Companion" by Jeffery Angles and Thomas Rimer, "Falling Leaves: The Memoir of an Unwanted Chinese Daughter" by Adeline Yen Mah, "Sappho's Leap" by Erica Jong (this one I may start first; it looks VERY intriguing), and "Mistress of the Art of Death" by Ariana Franklin.
My hermitage awaits, along with tea and one slightly dented alarm clock.
My hermitage awaits, along with tea and one slightly dented alarm clock.