If you looked at my nightstand at any given moment, there’d be approximately twelve books on it – most lined up neatly in a row along the wall, sandwiched between a bookend and a candle, others in a crooked pile, constantly rotating as I switch between which is my current read.
I believe that the contents of one’s bookshelves reveals everything – or at …
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