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You can find a bunch of free F.Scott Fitzgerald on Amazon, but none of the Hemingway is free. WTH?
I'm a little vexed. But I did pick up a bunch of classics for free: Frankenstein, Emma, Persuasion, Little Women, some H.G. Wells, a cookery book for the working classes [that was the title!] and a bunch of etiquette books from the Victorian era and I think the teens and the Thirties as well. I'm a nostalgist, and happily admit it.
Oh, and am eager to catch up on all the Fitzgerald I got. I read Flappers and Philosophers and it is a corker. Fabulous. I'm saving The Beautiful and the Damned for chemo day, but I'm going to suck up the rest ASAP. And reread Zelda while I'm at it.
I'm also reading 11/22/63 by Stephen King and it sucked me in immediately. I'm not writing, partly because I'm reading so much. I have the whole next chapter of my Sherlock fic blocked out, I just need to get on that. It's not like I don't have time.
Also gorging myself with Hiddles and Cumberbatch on tumblr. Those beautiful, beautiful men. Sigh. I think I need to write another crossover with them, or go back to Jamie and Jim. Ian is all very well and sexy and all, but for me John will always be Sherlock's true love, and romantic as I am, I can't break up that pairing permanently.
/sappy and soggy as a syrup-soaked short stack
/dorky alliteration
I think I need to go to bed.
I'm a little vexed. But I did pick up a bunch of classics for free: Frankenstein, Emma, Persuasion, Little Women, some H.G. Wells, a cookery book for the working classes [that was the title!] and a bunch of etiquette books from the Victorian era and I think the teens and the Thirties as well. I'm a nostalgist, and happily admit it.
Oh, and am eager to catch up on all the Fitzgerald I got. I read Flappers and Philosophers and it is a corker. Fabulous. I'm saving The Beautiful and the Damned for chemo day, but I'm going to suck up the rest ASAP. And reread Zelda while I'm at it.
I'm also reading 11/22/63 by Stephen King and it sucked me in immediately. I'm not writing, partly because I'm reading so much. I have the whole next chapter of my Sherlock fic blocked out, I just need to get on that. It's not like I don't have time.
Also gorging myself with Hiddles and Cumberbatch on tumblr. Those beautiful, beautiful men. Sigh. I think I need to write another crossover with them, or go back to Jamie and Jim. Ian is all very well and sexy and all, but for me John will always be Sherlock's true love, and romantic as I am, I can't break up that pairing permanently.
/sappy and soggy as a syrup-soaked short stack
/dorky alliteration
I think I need to go to bed.
