Art imitates art. Or something.
This one is especially for rednekkid :
We were at the Book Thing this afternoon and while wandering through the fiction I came upon a book called Spindrift. For real! And it was by a female novelist! It was not, however, by Lady Florence Craye.
I should have taken it, just so I could shelve it next to Bertie Wooster Sees It Through, but we have too many books already.
We were at the Book Thing this afternoon and while wandering through the fiction I came upon a book called Spindrift. For real! And it was by a female novelist! It was not, however, by Lady Florence Craye.
I should have taken it, just so I could shelve it next to Bertie Wooster Sees It Through, but we have too many books already.