I went to the bookstore this afternoon. I was asked to buy pens. Yeah, writing supplies. And I do have a list, like a grocery list. I think maldita kid gives away her pens, though she always says somebody borrowed it and she forgot to get it after class. Fortunately, she’s not using gtech yet.

Anyway, I hated going to the bookstore. I’m always tempted to buy books. I want this, I want that… Temptation. I can’t help but browse through the shelves. I saw the Vintage Twins collection, and I wanted all of them. I bought Dante’s Inferno, one part of the Vintage Sin Twin. It’s paired with Roth’s Sabbath’s Theater and I’d buy that next time. Then I’d buy Vintage Lies: Henry James’ What Maisie Knew and McEwan’s Atonement. And the next Vintage Twin, until I have all ten. These are limited edition prints, and I want these all on my shelf. Yeah.

Speaking of books, I read that a Swedish writer tried to publish a sequel to J.D. Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye. Coming Through the Rye, a spinoff advertised as a sequel to Salinger’s bestseller, allegedly chronicles Holden Caulfield’s life 60 years after. However, publication of the said book in the US was blocked by the court. It was a good thing… Catcher in the Rye is my all-time favorite, Holden Caulfield is a memorable character and of course people would like to remember him as the cynical teen whose thoughts seem to mirror our own at one point in our lives.

Argh.

I’m tired. My scoliosis is acting up again. I have philo class tomorrow and it’s until 20.30. Hell, I’m crashing.

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