Maurice Sendak is my spiritual leader, too
In Which Your Humble Blogger is quite serious about this, oddly enough.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is quite serious about this, oddly enough.
In Which Your Humble Blogger loves a train. But then, everybody loves a train.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a lot of fun.
In Which Your Humble Blogger sort of loses the hang of this blogging thing, a bit.
In Which Your Humble Blogger slips in a quick Book Report before going off-line for a day or so, thus making the stats look better at the end of the month.
In Which Your Humble Blogger experiences a sort of coincidence, which puts the experience of reading book in question into somewhat a different light.
In Which Your Humble Blogger reads a substitute book, but a really, really good one.
In Which Your Humble Blogger reads a book without really meaning to, somehow. You know?
In Which Your Humble Blogger does that thing, you know, and then is all, you know, and then, with that, like, see, it’s like when you get a toaster.
In Which Your Humble Blogger encounters a curious gap.