It WAS ghastly, in more ways than one. I remember being nine or so and my stepfather ripping a book in half (the spine, he wasn't Superman) because I was taking too long to take my bath. *sigh*
But now I can put a book anywhere in my house I want to. Sometimes I leave a book on the kitchen counter just because I CAN. It is unexpectedly sweet.
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Date: 2008-03-20 05:15 pm (UTC)But now I can put a book anywhere in my house I want to. Sometimes I leave a book on the kitchen counter just because I CAN. It is unexpectedly sweet.