Perhaps you may know or have heard of my current obsession with hating stuff (material possessions)- or most likely you have not, as we probably have not spoken for a while except on this here assortment of pages. No matter, for I must share with you my bitter tears, unshed on the exterior but made manifest in the depths of my smashed to pieces broken little heart, when I saw the following bookshelf and decided that now was clearly not the time to pick one up. Yes, it is true that I have been on the quest for this for quite a while now, having only seen an overpriced three level number a few years back (which I did not pick up), but honestly, do I need this? Maybe the answer is a resounding YES, but at this moment in my life- that of the many changes that are to come- I really think that this (and books, for that matter) are some of the absolute last things I need.
Well, in the future, there is always a custom order, bespoke, built to specifications mine. Truth be told, while I absolutely adore the Kindle because of its horrible and beautiful ease (thank you to W for having the great taste and idea to get me one to save me from breaking my back), I will always have a deep affection for the physical book.
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| To which I will not have the honor of arranging my books in. |
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