Here is a photo of a random (I swear its not set up) pile of books in my room. I have many such stacks. I like this because it is NOT my top 10. It includes some of my most favourite books, but also those that reflect my mostly failed attempts at reading popular stuff, some about where I am at, a couple that were recommendations, some that were life changing at the time but I now finds embarrassing.
Books on my spinning chair. In no particular order
I could so do with reading that Talking to Tweenies book at the moment :)
Does that Wm Burroughs’ title say “the place of dead reads” ? love it.
“Dead Roads” but yeah that would have been funny