plug in, flush out, and fire the fucking feed
Since the library burned down I'm back to the basics for my reading pleasures. This would usually mean Amazon and the used bookstore.
Too bad my car's in the shop at the moment so the bookstore's axed for the next couple days. Apparently the impact of streetlamps at 80 km an hour are a tad too much for the poor thing to handle. Dear old dad as usual is more concerned with my safety than the car and told me I can't have it back unless I promise to stop crashing the damn thing. It's almost enough to give you diabetes.
Anyway. Portrait of Jennie's a start. I read this in sixth grade, but I don't have a copy all to myself.
This one's for curiosity's sake. To save my soul afterwards.
1066: The Year of the Conquest. Because I think I have some completely illegitimate Anglo-Saxon ancestors somewhere.
Night Shift for some bloodcurdling horror. Or something.
Too bad my car's in the shop at the moment so the bookstore's axed for the next couple days. Apparently the impact of streetlamps at 80 km an hour are a tad too much for the poor thing to handle. Dear old dad as usual is more concerned with my safety than the car and told me I can't have it back unless I promise to stop crashing the damn thing. It's almost enough to give you diabetes.
Anyway. Portrait of Jennie's a start. I read this in sixth grade, but I don't have a copy all to myself.
This one's for curiosity's sake. To save my soul afterwards.
1066: The Year of the Conquest. Because I think I have some completely illegitimate Anglo-Saxon ancestors somewhere.
Night Shift for some bloodcurdling horror. Or something.