I'm so dying to read Walter Moers' The City Of Dreaming Books. It sits on my kitchen table and everytime I pass it by, my eyes fondle it. It's supposed to be an amazing book about books, and because I loved 13 1/2 Lives Of Captain Bluebear, I'm hoping to love this book too. Just in case you're wondering, I haven't been able to start reading it because I'm currently reading Youth In Revolt. And I can't abandon it because I abandoned Then We Came To The End. It seriously failed to amuse me and I can only describe it as a lacklustre JPod. Which I loved. I refuse to start too many books and abandon them midway because it's a habit my mother has, and we tease her mercilessly for it. I shall not succumb. I need to learn to read whilst knitting... Only problem is I can't figure out how to hold the damn book open without ruining the spine, cover or pages. I'm OCD like that.
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book.on.tape.
ta da! ;)
Woman, NO! My future children will never know about books on tape until they leave the sanctuary of our home :P Cruel, cruel world.
Ahh yes. Our kiddies will be complete bookworms if I have any say in the matter. As soon as s/he (they?) get home from the hospital there will be a nice warm copy of "Catcher in the Rye" waiting.
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