Friday, 25 April 2008
The first sentence of the book I'm currently reading.The snow was dancing like cotton wool in the light of the street lamps.
The first sentence of the last three books I've read.
In Pakistan's Karakoram, bristling across an area barely one hundred miles wide, more than sixty of the world's tallest mountains lord their severe alpine beauty over a witlessness high-altitude wilderness.
Yeah, so things have fallen apart.
Wenda Woodwife Charming was horribly distressed.
They Call Them Buttons.
I Wish I Could Make My Own.
But I Don't Know How.
So I Just Cut and Paste.