At the heart of it all, I’m a fan. A fan of books and bookstores. A fan of fiction and non-fiction. A fan of authors and publishers. And most of all I’m a fan of great conversations sparked by books. All that to say - I really need more bookshelves.
I love my Moleskine notebook. It’s small, durable, has no lines and has a pocket in the back for business cards and driver’s license. I have tried (and still try) other less expensive brands, but none of them could take the wear and tear or hold their ink. My Moleskine is the best notebook for sketching, note taking, etc.
But this guy has taken it to an all new level. My inner geek in me is creaming “Hell yeah!” while another part is silently weeping of what could have been made of all that beautiful grade paper. But at the end of the day… this is still very cool.
I have never really enjoyed poetry. I think I’m too lazy. I’ve always had to exert too much effort in trying to figure out what the poet is saying.
But I read this yesterday. And I went back and read it again. Today I went back and read it again. So I thought I would share the gem that she had found.
