how it is that i haven't yet found, read a thousand times, and proclaimed my love in the streets for, this book, is Beyond me.
Glee glee glee.
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- and the necessary update for my personal posterity.
- pondering.
- buy nothing day...
- SNOW SNOW SNOW!!!!
- nocturnal reveries.
- an HOURS-roaming-the-bookshops kind of a night.
- the middle stories by Sheila Heti.
- mother-ogyny and a hallmark moment.
- progress report.
- and today...
- delusions of grandeur.
- i'm sorry Miz R, but i Can't resist...
- my life's ambition: an update.
- uTOpia.
- reading material of late...for shameless posterity...
- the arrival of Brick 76 and what might actually be...
- "drawn from the ranks of the emotionally maladjust...
- HOW MUCH DO I LOVE HAVING A WORKING FIREPLACE IN M...
- bODY_rEMIX/gOLDBERG_vARIATIONS.
- belated account of all Hallow's Eve (or the weeken...
- accounting.
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links.
- blog the THIRD (and now it's Autumn)
- blog the SECOND (welcome to 2007)
- steflenk's bizarre and astounding dossier of illustrative genius.
- girls missguided.
- shannon gerard's bookworks: glorious viscera for discerning bibliophiles.
- willow dawson: girl pirate and extraordinary comic book artist.
- peripateticisms and whatnot by John Patrick Robichaud.
- scott. (need i say more?)
- immense paintings and visual nourishment by kari minchin.
- Brick, a literary journal. (belles lettres and more from people who aren't dead yet.
- Coach House Press. Indeed.
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