Books

Call me a nerd (do it, I don't care), but I miss my books. 

 

 And my room. I miss the coffee table Steph and I made by inflicting a massacre onto mum's old table. 

 I miss my inspiration boards, and my nook.

 But of all the books I miss - my old ones, my vintage ones, my trashy ones - the one I'm missing the most at the moment is my Norton Anthology of Poetry. You can see it's sister (Anthology of Criticism) tucked into the bookshelf below. Whether we were going waterskiing by the river, or I was just going to tan by the pool, for some reason I'd always throw the anthology in my bag along with a bunch of magazines. I liked knowing I could dip into it at random, revisit an old friend, or find a new one. Anyway, a bit random, but that's what Im thinking about - I want my old Anthology, it's weight slippery in my hands, the thin pages, carrying the weight of the Bible. Reading poetry on the computer just isn't the same.