sirona_fics: (let's poke it with a stick)
Roses have been planted, and the table and chairs have been reinstated on the terrace. :D Good day so far.

I have survived my first few days of twitter and tumblr immersion! \0/ \0/ *relieved face* It's so much fun, though, I'm surprised I resisted for so long. BUT IT IS SERIOUSLY TIME-EATING, which when you're doing a 12hr shift by yourself is A BLESSING, but not so much when you're actually supposed to do work and stuff. D: I was meant to be doing edits on our avengers_bang rough draft, but shocking no one, I am nowhere right now. And it's Sunday, and I need a break, so today it isn't happening either. >.>;; I'll have to do better than that. :( Tomorrow it's coffee shop + laptop time, I feel. THERE IS JUST SO MUCH PRETTY TO LOOK AT. *______* Today there has been A LOT of bookshelf porn that has made me all warm and fuzzy. There was also this:


And then, of course, there's Jeremy Renner. ALL OF JEREMY RENNER (link a bit NWS). Here's a little something to illustrate:

BECAUSE I MEAN. *________*


Okay, things other than tumblr. Guys, I would LOVE to talk about this. There are other sci fi geeks here, aren't there? (I'm... not the only one, right? D:) This is something Fassy said (about his character) in an interview on Prometheus (not at all spoilery for the film, but just in case, I don't want to spoil anyone )
sirona_fics: (clint)
This entry is brought to you by the eternal question of WHY ARE PEOPLE SUCH IDIOTS AND WITHOUT THE COMMON SENSE OF A GNAT. In other words, am having a horrible day at work. Could be that my idiot-tollerance levels have shrunk after the past couple of days, but I'm having a harder time of smiling through gritted teeth than usual. *sigh* All the entitlement bullshit is getting a bit much to swallow.


(Thank you, [ profile] sometimesalways for your contribution to my blood pressure level/ovaries.)

Anyway. Things have calmed down considerably on the home front, Dad's cheerfully puttering about on his crutches, already trying to go back to work despite everyone's strongly-voiced protests. *sigh* I'm thinking this is a case of the old 'doctors are the worst kind of patients', although [ profile] lanyon thinks it's more of a 'dads' thing. :) Either one is true in this case. :)))

Thank you again for all your support. You have all been amazing, each and every one of you, every message, every email, every dragon; thinking of you has kept me going. <333 YOU ARE ALL MARVELLOUS. :')))))

Also working? Thoughts of puppy!Clint being all smitten. But that's a given at this stage of obsession. >.>;;

RIGHT. Since writing is going to have to wait until I'm less pissed/able to focus more, LET'S HAVE A MEME.

Aaaaages ago (two weeks internet time, Jesus) [ profile] paper_tzipporah gave me seven words to talk about. Rules:

Comment to this post, and I will list seven things I want you to talk about. They might make sense or they might be totally random. Then post that list, with your commentary, to your journal. Other people can get lists from you, and the meme merrily perpetuates itself.

If you want to do it, too, let me know, will ya? <333

bondage, wishin' (and hopin' and thinkin' and dreamin'?), cake, tea, PUPPIES VS. KITTENS, elbows, must it be bunnies? )


Jan. 23rd, 2012 02:04 pm
sirona_fics: (Default)
Rumor Has It by [ profile] gyzym
--In which Santana Lopez learns the hard way that a life can never be ruined, only lived, and lived, and lived. Glee, Santana/Brittany, Santana/OFC

I... don't actually have the words to express what finding and reading this story has done to me, this week of all the weeks of my life. I'm not at all in the Glee fandom; haven't even watched the show since before Blaine turned up. But this. Well, it's by Jizzy, and that ought to be enough of a rec in itself, but if you need more, let me just tell you that I cried about four times as I was reading it, and my face is literally wet with tears right now -- tears of relief, and a kind of hope that I'd forgotten how to feel, frankly.

Isn't life interesting? There are these moments, as [ profile] stardust_made very wisely said to me the other day, that kind of resonate through the years. Random moments that have nothing to recommend them except for how they twist your perception to a different value of truth, change the way you see everything without even trying, just because they're there. It's a journey, and we're making it, and no matter how boring life gets, it's these moments that make it sparkle, these moments when the light twists just so and the reflection is a fucking rainbow.

I'm pretty sure this story is going to stay with me for the rest of my life, in one way or another. Probably it won't mean the same thing to other people as it does to me; likely it's coloured by all the stuff going on the past few days. Regardless, it's a story about growing up, coming into your own, and all the different things it means. I recommed it with all my heart.
sirona_fics: (Default)
This is a personal post, basically, so, uh, you know. To whom it may concern? By which I mean, skip and read and reply as it takes your fancy! :)

Day 5

In your own space, share something non-fannish you are passionate about with your fannish friends. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

And not long ago this phenomenal cat produced seven kittens right out of a hat! )

Day 7

In your own space, create a list of at least three fannish things you'd love to receive, something you've wanted but were afraid to ask for - a fannish wish-list of sorts. Drop a link to your wish-list in this post. Maybe someone will grant a wish. Maybe you will grant a wish. If any wishes are granted, we'd love it if you link them to this post.

You have seen it one moment, and then it is gone! But you find it next week lying out on the lawn! )

Day 8

In your own space, talk about a talent (or talents) you have. Everyone's got something they're good at. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees! )

All right, enough about me. If you made it all the way through, I salute you. <3We now return you to our regularly scheduled squee fest. \0/
sirona_fics: (Eames)
Day 1

In your own space, post a rec for at least three fanworks that you have created. It can be your favorite fanworks that you've created, or fanworks you feel no one ever saw, or fanworks you say would define you as a creator. Drop a link to your post in the comments.

Hmmmmm. Okay, I guess, one for each.

Favourite fic: Well. Each of the fics I write is my favourite in one aspect or another, but I guess it's a toss-up between these two:

Love in the Time of Marmite
--Arthur-is-a-magical-chef fic. Basically. And then there's Eames. And Marmite. But this is mainly a story about Love, always about Love.

A Secret Love
--Regency AU. Lord Arthur Morwellan is desperate -- otherwise he would never have approached such a dangerous gentleman as Mr Gabriel Eames. While they grew up together, a misguided fight in their youth resulted in their estrangement from each other. But Arthur knows that Eames is the only person who can help him now, and he must find a way to gain his assistance -- even if it means deceiving him as to the true identity of the person in need. But what happens when Eames discovers his shocking secret?

Fic I feel like no one ever saw: I posted this around the time of the first LJ DDoS blackout, and it kind of got lost in the middle of the deluge, so. I'm pretty proud of this fic -- I feel it's one of my best, and it did exactly what I wanted it to do. :)

Not Shy of a Spark
--Noir AU. PI Arthur Lake gets called out to what he thinks is a routine case to help out a friend; things get a lot more complicated when he finds out who the victim is and meets William Eames, the person who found the body.

Fic I would say defines me as a creator: That's a really tough one, no doubt about it. But I think I can definitely say that this is one of the best things I have ever done, and it encompasses my undying need for a happy ending, for things working out for my protagonists, even if I put them through hoops first. It is a pretty perfect snapshot of what I'm aiming for as a writer -- lighthearted, yet with a strong emotional core and a resolution that (I hope) leaves the reader smiling.

Darling Buds of May
--When Arthur agrees to help out a desperate customer at the last minute, he has no idea what he's getting himself into. But then that's Eames for you. If only Eames would stop trying to trick his name out of him, everything would be right with the world.

....I honestly have no idea how this turned into such an Inception fest. I guess that fandom challenges me to produce works that I'm proud to call my own, and Arthur and Eames always bring out the writer in me that wants to aim for the stars.

To finish off this edition of Arthur loves his Eamesie, here's an InstaRec for a fic that honestly made me smile so hard. One of the most delightful things I have ever read, without a doubt. This has been Captain Fluff, your hostess for the day.

you are the place I rest my head by [ profile] papered
--café!AU. In which Arthur and Eames are uni students, and Eames works at the uni coffee shop.
sirona_fics: (bucky mf barnes)
Friends! Romans! I would like to draw your attention to the following piece of news (WELL. I say news, but it's probably only news to me. STILL. I AM EXCITE AND I WISH TO SHARE SAID EXCITEMENT). So, without further ado (in the second half of the article, in The Story section):





ETA: LOOK, THIS IS JUST TOO GOOD NOT TO POST IN FULL. (Ganked off [ profile] somehowunbroken, because I have basically been STARING AT THAT PIC for an hour now.)

Meanwhile, yesterday I spied [ profile] pennyplainknits doing the five word meme, and, well. Y'all know how I feel about memes. >.>;; Everyone's favourite subject, et cetera, et cetera. I feel the need to warn you that from this point on, this post is the longest post I have ever done that doesn't involve some kind of story, so. Enter at your own risk.

England, Bucky, Writing, Cake, Travel )

Also, obligatory Clint/Phil rec (this is getting to be a habit, isn't it. A WONDERFUL, BEAUTIFUL HABIT ♥).

Stockholm Syndrom and other drugs by AlchemyAlice

Basically this made me GIGGLE MADLY at all kinds of inopportune moments. Hilarious and insightful and just plain adorable. <3 I have such, SUCH a huge weakness for people taking care of Coulson, BECAUSE HE NEEDS IT EVEN IF HE DOESN'T EXPECT IT (WHICH MAKES HIM ALL THE MORE DESERVING). Also I will never, ever, get tired of Clint calling Coulson 'sir'. BECAUSE, WELL. MY KINKS, LET ME SHOW THEM TO YOU. (H50 crowd: #shockingly unsurprised)




LET'S HAVE A FUCKING PARTY. IDGAF, IT'S GOT TO BE AFTER 5PM SOMEWHERE IN THE WORLD. HAVE A DRINK ON ME (even if it's a cup of tea/coffee/etc). <3 Don't be shy. Come squee. Spread the word. Get to know your new friends. TALK ABOUT AWESOME THINGS.


Also, I am just tickled pink by ALLLLLL the awesome fic that has been posted/will be posted shortly, because, GUYS, [ profile] pocky_slash's Domesticity 'Verse Big Bang and its prequel went up yesterday!!!!! THIS IS HOW EXCITED I AM RIGHT NOW:

And also IMMINENT CLINT/PHIL PUPPY FIC FROM [ profile] delicatale. I CANNOT EVEN. *______________* Me right now:

Anyway. Today will be a bits-and-pieces kind of day -- Coffee Shop AU (AT OVER 13K, IT IS PROCEDING AS NORMAL FOR THE TWO OF US), Sherlockmas assignment, a beta job, edits on cop!Erik AU (because I'm feeling as positive as it's possible for me to feel, and if I don't tackle it now I NEVER WILL), and other random plot bunnies. Also I hope to be chatting to ALL OF YOU ABOUT EVERYTHING EVER. \0/ \0/
sirona_fics: (captain fluff)
Still sick, but not as bad as yesterday, thank god. Getting there.

I want to encourage everyone to go read this post by [ profile] nikibee, which is full of McFassy and Charles and Erik and Thor and allll the shiny links ever. I literally spent half a day with it opened in a tab, going back and forth for new things to mull and squee over. Full of food for thought.

Also, this here is a meme! Since there are a bunch of different fandoms represented all over my flist, I thought this would be fun! :D Stolen Borrowed off [ profile] gottalovev, via a bunch of other people.

1. Think of up to 20 ships you support.
2. List them using descriptions of the characters involved rather than their names.
3. Have your flist guess as many of the ships as they can.

Note: You'll notice that brevity is not one of my many talents. Should make this easier, then. Such a fun meme, this.

boys and girls and people in love this-a-way )
sirona_fics: (pornstar!Steve)
Last night, thanks to Tailoredshirt I had me delicious dreams of Steve and Danny -- that sadly I don't remember in the light of day. BUT I KNOW THEY WERE LOVELY. What I do remember is that Steve had dragged a gorram catapult from somewhere, and set it up on the beach, where it was all the rage with the kids (including Gracie). And Danny was Not Happy about that. IDEK, brain, but you did quite well, I thought, especially with regards to what Steve was wearing (hint: not much).

Right. I designate today a Getting Shit Done day. Parents are going away for the weekend, which means I shall have the flat to myself! \0/ Sadly, instead of throwing a party I intend to work on my Letter of Intent -- I want to have all the documents required ready for submission by Monday, 31st Oct.

Meanwhile, Hush is on telly! \0/ It's one of my most favourite Buffy eps! :D It was immediately preceded by the episode where Buffy and Spike were going to get married (caused by Willow's spell). Season 4 wasn't the best ever, but damn, there were some gems in it! I HAVE MISSED YOU, BUFF. It's making me feel very nostalgic -- this was the first TV series I watched in real time, as it was aired, and it directly coincided with my own experiences. I was in school at the same time, starting uni at the same time as Buff and the Scooby gang, and it had a huge influence on me. I'm pretty sure it was one of the things that kept me sane way back when, 17 and so far away from home for the first time. If it hadn't been for Buffy, I don't know that I would have got through all the shit without it breaking me. ILU, BIT. <3 And thank you, Joss, with all my heart. ♥ You are the best ever.
sirona_fics: (fluffy duckling)
Most important things first: the h50_exchange story is done!! \0/ \0/ Just got it back from SuperBeta, and she says just a few minor clean-up-type things, so. Yay! Mind you, I'm still apprehensive about the cop!Erik AU reaction. Gah, I have to stop doing that to myself. D:

Speaking of, I decided that MICHAEL'S FACE would be a good thing to watch all yesterday evening. And so I rewatched Basterds and 300, where he is FUCKINF FABULOUS. And er. I... cried. To 300. AGAIN. JFC, BRAIN. I know it's made for a target audience of 12 year old boys, okay, I DO. But just akjgkfjgfkjg STELIOS. *_______* YOU HAVE THE RIGHT OF IT, JAMES, LOVE. It kind of helps that I am rather partial to Gerard Butler, with that face and that accent and that fjghfjsgh EVERYTHING.

Also now searches for Michael Fassbender on Google Images throw up James McAvoy as well. YOU TWO, WHAT EVEN ARE YOU. :D :D :D AND ALSO I CANNOT STOP STARING AT MICHAEL'S FACE. JESUS. I now have an inkling why I always found Azazeal SO FUCKING SEXY in HEX.

Er. I had... other things to say, before I got distracted by HIS FACE, CHRIST. The rest of him isn't too bad, either. ;P

Oh, yes. No hot water this morning, so no shower, and therefore no proper waking up. My head's still a bit fuzzy, but it's getting better. Cannot bloody type, my nails have got too long again. First order of the day is to CUT THEM THE FUCK DOWN. D: And work out my next project. I spent Friday coming up with a bajillion ideas for the X-Pride sequel (aka the XMFC/P&P debacle that hijacked my brain a couple months back. Zarah5 coined the X-Pride thing, AND NOW I CAN'T CALL IT ANYTHING ELSE). There is much Regency-style domesticity and Getting To Know Each Other and Falling In Love Properly and Learning To Live With Each Other and awkwardness and Being Married and Husbandddddssss. And there is also a cello. YOU'LL SEE. I think my brain exploded from sheer GUH when I thought THAT one up. :D :D /tease

Also there is this story where Erik Doesn't Like People (shocking, I know), and the only thing he tolerates is his cat, Ferrum. And then Ferrum gets out somehow one day, and ends up being found by a certain floppy-haired, blue-eyed Professor (who can kind of talk to animals. Mentally). IDK whether to make it with or without powers yet. This basically started out as a prompt on the 1stclass_kink meme and evolved into-- well, this. I'm thinking it's going to be a bit of fluffy light relief after the angst of the cop!Erik AU. It could also be referred to as The one where Erik is taciturn and grouchy but kind of falls for Charles hard and tries to be Nice to him even though he has no idea how to do that. It--doesn't go well, at first, but he's a quick study.

On the H50 front, I have the three yca_auction stories to write, so I'm not short on ideas yet. I have one kind of drafted and started, then I have the one where Steve and Danny are Fake Husbands for the sake of their separate businesses (I am seriously looking forward to tackling that one! :D) The third one I haven't really thought about yet. And then I have whatever insane thing blindsides me at two in the morning. WHICH I KNOW WILL HAPPEN, OKAY. >.>;;

I have recently realised that I can write something in two different fandoms at once -- it's kind of a way to, IDK, take a break from one with the other? Sort of. To take a break, I've been reading a rare paring (Mycroft/Lestrade) in the Sherlock fandom in the past couple of days -- I can basically place the blame for that on [ profile] stardust_made and this INCREDIBLE story arc by sheffiesharpe in equal measures. This series, though. MY HEART. I am hugely impressed by the sheer quality of writing in it, and the masterful storytelling. It could almost be original fic, if you desregard the BBC Sherlock references. The depth of characterisation is simply staggering for a pairing that has about 160 stories on AO3. I actually find it jarring to read other Mystrade stories now, because I keep expecting them to be this good, and not many are -- not to mention that each universe is unique, and so Lestrade isn't the French-cuisine-cooking, karaoke-singing, The Clash-obsessed former punk with a heart of gold, and there certainly isn't his family in New York, which is almost the best part about this particual arc. Almost, but not quite. Because the way that Mycroft and Lestrade find their way to being together is just breathtakingly beautiful. IDEK, this story arc just speaks to me.

Aaaaanyway. Ahem. Sorry about that, got a bit carried away there. >.>;; Here, have a pretty:

David Hockney, 2010 ‘Untitled’ created using an iPad and the Brushes app

And another: check this out, seriously. It's Jizzy doing spoken poetry, and Jesus, that girl, I honestly don't even know how she's real some days. :')

And finally, a meme! Which I know everyone and their cat has seen all over the place, BUT I saw [ profile] perspi doing it and I COULD NOT RESIST, OKAY. /0\


1. Reply to this post with 'hot cocoa', and I will pick five of your icons.
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and talk about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon glee. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR ICONSES.

Under a cut for those who have had enough of this rambling already )
sirona_fics: (the girl who waited (in the garden))
Sooo. Remember that bit of Tangled where Rapunzel was ecstatic to be free one moment and guilt-ridden the next? A bit like this?

That was me, all day yesterday. I think I am leaning towards this by now:

Mind you, I've still got everyone else to tell, and I'm kind of dreading my friend's response to this, but it's got to be done. I've emailed the Academic Coordinator for the course, and I'm waiting on her reply now so I can start sorting out the documents.

Other than that, spent yesterday working on the cop!Erik AU. I am now tethering between 'holy shit this is such crap' and 'I quite like this, actually', which is about the right stage of my creative process. I AM SO CLOSE TO FINISHING IT. SO CLOSE I CAN SMELL IT. Maybe another 5K, tops, if another scene doesn't shoehorn itself into it (this keeps happening. Probably the reason it's now 35K long). Read a pretty clever essay yesterday on the arist's place within the creative process, by Marcel Duchamp, in which he describes it as follows:

To all appearances, the artist acts like a mediumistic being who, from the labyrinth beyond time and space, seeks his way out to a clearing. If we give the attributes of a medium to the artist, we must then deny him the state of consciousness on the esthetic plane about what he is doing or why he is doing it. All his decisions in the artistic execution of the work rest with pure intuition and cannot be translated into a self-analysis, spoken or written, or even thought out.

In the creative act, the artist goes from intention to realization through a chain of totally subjective reactions. His struggle toward the realization is a series of efforts, pains, satisfaction, refusals, decisions, which also cannot and must not be fully self-conscious, at least on the esthetic plane.

Full article here

Which basically to me translates as 'the story uses you so it can be told. You have no say in it; you can only try and use the right words to do so -- this is about the entire size and shape of your influence in the matter.' That's how writing works for me most of the time -- the story is suddenly there, and all I can do is tell it while it's letting me, and use my intuition to figure out how. Sometimes I've no idea where it all comes from, why it takes the shape it does; sometimes it's all I can do to follow along with what I'm writing (hence the feeling of 'it's shit'). Most of the time, though (and this is what I cling to), when I re-read it I am astounded by how coherent the whole thing is. (This article also makes a very interesting point as applied to fanfiction, for those who follow the fanfic vs. original fic debate.)

Watched Doctor Who finally last night. I... kind of don't want to think about it too much. I'm going to re-watch all the eps since Let's Kill Hitler in the hope that it'll all make sense (which, I realise what I'm talking about, it probably won't).

Right. Today: finish the cop!Erik AU, finish my h50_exchange, get my legs waxed, pack, burn Night Watch onto CDs for listening in the car tomorrow. AND THEN TOMORROW MORNING, H50 WILL BRING ITS MAGIC BACK INTO THE WORLD. \0/ \0/ \0/ I am excite!! :D
sirona_fics: (fluffy duckling)
Meeting went excellent, with a follow-up on Thursday. Then had to go into City Hall, and I had a pleasant few minutes reminiscing. See, I used to be in the city choir when I was a kid. God, I love singing, I love the technical aspects, and I loved being a part of a group of people who Got It, too. Anyway, where am I going with this? About 18-odd years ago we had this concert in City Hall, it was just before Christmas, and we got invited to stay to the party afterwards. So envision me, 12 years old, eyes as wide as saucers looking around all the spendour (or what passed for splendour back then), all the lights, the dresses, the men in suits (I think that's when my love of suit!porn goes back to), my god, it was amazing. I stayed far too late, and of course was in trouble with my parents, who were starting to freak out a bit by the time I got home, but it was brilliant. It's a throw-back to my love of 80s and 90s romances, the Judith Krantz and Judith McNaught books that I adored, oh my god, I'll Take Manhattan was my favourite book for years. So today I passed that same hall and it all came back. It was kind of nice, remembering that feeling.

In other news, I deleted my Google+ profile. Basically I got linked to this article by a couple people on my flist, and I pretty much freaked out a bit, because if Google decides to delete all my stuff, I lose EVERYTHING, and I have so much crap in my Gmail and Gdocs that I broke out in a cold sweat just at the thought of losing it. So no more Google+ for me. I hate Facebook as it is, and I don't need another one. It would have been nice to have a fannish account like that, but obviously Google isn't having it. Bad move there, Google. You were actually my favourite for a while there.

I'm gonna be away at the end of the week, Friday afternoon, Saturday and Sunday morning. I had meant to take the whole week off, but then one of my colleagues got really sick and I had to take her shifts as well, so. No break for me. :/ Ah well. I might go off for a few days at the end of August, around my birthday. We're planning to go to Greece, to this small family hotel -- if they ever answer my damned emails, that is. :/ I might just call them, except I don't speak Greek and not all that many Greeks actually speak English. We'll see how it goes, I guess.

My big bang is DONE. This includes edits and beta and corrections and soundtrack and EVERYTHING. Just waiting on my artist now -- and I already have this idea for a coda of sorts. Should I write it and post it with the BB, or wait till later? I'm undecided. And I have this AU idea about Charles/Erik -- actually make that two AU ideas. One is based on The Wedding Planner, and the other on this interview of Zack Stentz, who took part in writing the XMFC scrips, which basically makes Charles/Erik canon. IDEK. Too many ideas, too little time. Still writing the Steve/Danny daycare thing with Ellie, WHICH I LOVE MORE THAN WORDS CAN SAY and I will actually make an effort to participate in today.

While we're on the subject of writing, I've been thinking about writing some codas to my Inception fics. So, Inception flist, here's a poll for you!

[Poll #1764807]

Also saw this AMAZING new layout in [ profile] mintyapple that I totally ADORE. I'm very tempted to switch to it, I've had mine for almost six months now and while I TOTALLY LOVE IT, this is so preeeeetty... Although I've been having problems with LJ all day yesterday, and some today, too. Is anyone else having issues?

Okay, I think I'm done for now. There will be a fic-related post later today, if LJ lets me post it!
sirona_fics: (cumbersexual)

I have the hugest obsession with John Keats' poetry. I studied it in Sixth form, and I delight in his art; he speaks to something inside me with every syllable he penned. He is my favourite English poet, hands down. I tend to recite 'To Autumn' to myself only about a thousand times every September and October.


I will happily fade away to this sound, forever, until the end of things. Do yourself a favour, listen to this. I cannot tell you the joy I feel, just listening to him shape those words, the delight that fills me with every sound; it's almost erotic. Scratch that -- it's better than sex; it's intellectual and aural stimulation the likes of which I have never encountered before to quite this extent. It's been a long, long time since I've felt this content to simply be.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death

*phrase coined by the fantabulous Caitlin Moran in The Times. Let me know if you want to read the source article, I can link you to it! :)
sirona_fics: (a good bookshop is just a genteel black)
I want to tell you a story. This may or may not serve as a nice intro post for all the new people around here, who have flattered me by wanting to stick around for some reason that escapes me.

My childhood amidst books: a love story )
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