edit: i was a solid and blissful third of my way through this book, when kate millett traded me a coveted copy of elegy for sita for it. please keep yr eyes peeled for a new copy for me. (scope the strand basement if you can?)

here's to pretending this one is no big deal/i'm going to attach handles on the spine for easier transport/all other books are instantly tiny/commence infinite summer 2010

additionally: the bookcats debut of steve's thumb 

kristina is a goddamn genius/i was hoping this would not end.

FYI/rare book-cats insight: i already can't stand this.