I’ve had two paper bags of books sitting on my bedroom floor for months waiting to be gotten rid of. And how do you do that in a decent way? It feels wrong to throw books away somehow, and yet, when you like a good read like I do it is inevitable that your bookshelves will one day succumb if you don’t trim them every once in a while. So finally today I dragged those two bags to the local second-hand bookstore and got just enough money for buying this:
A bunch of dahlias, Haruki Murakami’s latest novel, and one quince. The flowers look wonderful in a yellow vase on top of the bookshelf, the quince sends out an intoxicating smell, and I’m already 50 pages into the book. Feeling very content.