Currently reading The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, and I’m enjoying every bit of it.
Sometimes you’ve got to pick up a YA novel: not only to appreciate the “simplicity” of childhood, but to revel in its frankness, its honesty.
Currently reading The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, and I’m enjoying every bit of it.
Sometimes you’ve got to pick up a YA novel: not only to appreciate the “simplicity” of childhood, but to revel in its frankness, its honesty.
While reading articles about bombs, gun laws, broadcast systems being hacked to say “the dead are rising and attacking the living,” I stumbled across this: a sculpture of Mr. Darcy rising out of the water in that infamous wet, white puffy shirt of his. A ray of sunshine amidst a sea of darkness. While the sculpture doesn’t make me swoon quite like Colin Firth or Matthew Macfadyen do in their white livery, I’ll still take it. It’s close enough. Click on the picture for more info.