I’m kicking off the weekend with an Earl Grey Hot Toddy and a few good books. Old books are my weakness. I can’t resist. Sorry e-readers, nothing beats holding a real, hardbound book in your hands. The weight. The texture of each page between your fingers. The smell of a time long forgotten, pressed between the pages and preserved in the spine.
It’s been my dream, ever since I was a little girl, to have my own library, overflowing with antique books. All of the classics – Hemingway, Twain, Longfellow, Capote, Hugo, Verne, Mitchell – really, I could go on forever! Continue reading “Earl Grey Hot Toddy”