Wasn’t talking ’bout me…

Another day, another book. Seriously; I have a problem. An obsession, of sorts. I recently scooped up this pile, which includes two Deluxe Anniversary Editions of books I already own (Nathaniel Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter and Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein) which can’t be resisted thanks to their kitschy cover art. What’s more, there’s Dian Fossey’s GorillasContinue reading “Wasn’t talking ’bout me…”