a section from our burgeoning bookshelves—this one is closest to the couch—that I like to admire and think of all the good times we had together.
Darling, I’m afraid your readers will come to the conclusion that we gnaw on our favorite books instead of read them.
Not true about the gnawing.
And can I just go ahead and read Lolita already? I’ve had it on my shelf forever.
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After all, my erstwhile dear
My no longer cherished
Need we say it was not love
Just because it perished?
-E. St. Vincent Millay