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A new drawing- visualising the books always stacked up on my bedside table.

From top to bottom mine currently are:

The Fortnight in September by RC Sherriff

Every Elizabeth Strout book

Birnham Wood by Eleanor Catton

Reservoir 13 by Jon McGregor

A crime thing I know I won’t like with a cliched ominous house on the cover

Bleak House by Dickens, I’m going to guess the second half

The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen

An Elric omnibus by Michael Moorcock, absolute nonsense and I love it

The Bright Sword by Lev Grossman, waiting on my third Libby queue after tackling 30% on each of the other borrows

And finally on the right- gigantic The Lyrics by Paul McCartney, doesn’t fit anywhere and I don’t currently have a coffee table for it to be in its natural habitat

why don't we go back out there and tell them what happened? because nothing happened except that everybody has been driven insane and stupid by life. in this society there are only two things that count: don't be caught without money and don't get caught high on any kind of high. (Night Streets of Madness)