a blog about libraries, writing, and the Zen of Skee-Ball
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Someone came in to renew a suitcase full of books that had been in the backseat of his car all day. While freshly baked bread is a feast for the senses, freshly baked books are somewhat less of a tactile delight. There's something about books and intense heat that is decidedly unmixy (to use the Whedonesque adjective).