I don't know what I shall do when I reach the end and can no longer read about the Baudelaire children.

#fbf to last month when I made my pals go with me to the White Horse Tavern in NYC even though I dont drink, because its where Dylan Thomas nearly drank himself to death and was last seen alive. Literary tourism = best tourism!

One of the many juvenile series that I wish had been around when I was a kid. Clever wordplay, funny narration, and a style that does not speak down to young readers.

Flashback to having to move house and reorganize my books. I have a couple more years before I have to move again. Plenty of time to amass more books.

It is a dreadful 91 degrees outside and I have been metalsmithing since early this morning, so I am jumping into Foulsham because chilly, drizzly London sounds perfect, right about now.

This series is so unique and scratches my Neil Gaiman/Edward Gorey itch soooo well.