Hey…
finally got a shiny new library card.
It’s been almost-five years since I went to the library or bookstore because: crazy.
Anyfuck.
So, when I stepped into the foyer of the library, it was like coming home.
I dunno ‘bout you, but I have a nose like a goddamned bloodhound and the smell of books - all rich and woody and musty - evokes a visceral response.
It’s all words and ideas and art and quiet and comfort and refuge.
It’s that punch-in-the-gut that fiction hit me with when I was nine years old - shag-cut-70s-Suzy Q with her first-ever shiny new library card.
SO.
I know some of you rowdy broads have kept a monthly-updated, year-long reading-list on the go, here, in PeeBee Land.
Gimme your Absolute Top 5 Picks, plz.
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