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In December I went to the Southbank Book Market in London. Beneath the Waterloo Bridge, I rummaged through books determined to find a few to take home. Unfortunately I found nothing that particularly struck my interest. Finally, because it was cold and my hands were numb and red, I picked two books – neither of which seemed to hold spectacular promise. One included The Historian.
Some days later, as I packed for the airport, I berated myself for buying such a thick book, as it stubbornly refused to fit into my suitcase. I considered leaving it on the metro.
Once home, the book sat on my bookshelf, and I was disinterested in it until I was set to go on a four day school trip to the South of France, where I’d be spelunking to see prehistoric cave paintings. I brought the book because it was long and would last two lengthy train trips.
So, with the French countryside (which looks a lot like the New Jersey Turnpike) whirring by beyond the train window, I began with little enthusiasm the best book I’ve read since November of 2010.
Hello Lesbrary readers! Today is Dewey’s 24 Hour Readathon, which means I (Danika) will be posting updates of my reading throughout the day. About half of the books I’ll be reading are not lesbian, just to warn you. I’ll be going back and redacting those later. Here is my TBR stack:
And here’s the Hour 0 kick-off meme.
1) What fine…
— Victoria Lynne McCoy, On the Day It Became Legal to Rape Your Wife
— Albus Dumbledore