
The Haunted Bookshop by Christopher Morley, 1919
Oh goodness, I’ve read like five versions of King Lear this week alone (Shakespeare 1, Shakespeare 2, conflated, Tate, anonymous verse version — it took ages so I’m allowed to boast about it). Clearly there’s no hope for my sudden turn around. I have never read all sorts of other books though, so perhaps there’s a smidgen of hope.
(Source: starfishpaws)