I dare say she's the prettiest dog of them all.
In other news, I'm still on my old book kick. I haven't gotten a chance to read these yet (yes I really am going to read 'Practical Grammar' cover to cover), but here are a couple of the treasures I picked up on the Montana/Washington trip.
(how can you not love a dedication like that?)
Apparently I'm not the only one who appreciates old books (and neither is Lauren), because one of my favorite design sites had this post up about old books as well.
Speaking of books, I've been reading this:
And this is what it's about (according to Amazon)
The letters collected here, written from 1920 to the mid-'60s, suggest that the Murphys were much more than rich Americans abroad who hosted famous fellow expatriates in France during the '20s and '30s. The couple and their three children, in fact, provided essential support for writer friends who left indelible marks on modern literature, F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald, Archibald MacLeish, John Dos Passos, Ernest Hemingway and Dorothy Parker among them. The literati's letters reveal hitherto unknown sides--witty and sometimes acrimonious, they are always full of love and admiration when addressed to Gerald and Sara. Great depths of feeling are conveyed in messages about the deaths of the Murphys' two young sons, which foreshadowed other heartbreaks endured by the group: Zelda's psychosis, Scott's demise, Hemingway's suicide. A welcome reminder of those promising decades, the collection is an invaluable source of literary history.
It reminds me of how much I love literature. In conclusion, I have a (very) soft spot for the written word. No two ways about it.
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