Larissa Swayze My return to school (to study literature, of course) has forced me to make some tough decisions. The offer to live rent free in a cozy little house in a cozy little town (with none other than my newly minted fiancé) is one I can’t refuse.
Sure, I have a shiny new magnetic name tag that, in lieu of my real name reads, Bookseller. Yet, instead of this title, it could read Book Finder, Computer Tech, Cleaning Lady, Don’t ask me – I’m new and, most importantly, Customer Service Agent.
My recent trip to a tropical destination was supposed to be an intellectual quest of sorts. Read some books about books; come up with “The Plan”. Of course, what ended up happening was a lot of staring blankly out into the ocean and drinking free Brahma…
