Because we keep using our few bookcases for other things–NTS’s sweaters, camping gear–I find myself short of places to keep my library books. At home, we had a whole book room, but here… well, we have maybe a dozen paper books to our name. It’s very lonesome, having so few books our your own for company.
And so it is that I have little caches of related books hidden throughout the house. Foreign grammars in the hallway, Gothic literary analysis next to the camp pillows, mystery under my sewing kit.
On a related note, this is the second time this semester I’ve been working on Gothic literature. Disclaimer: Only one of these projects involves manuscripts by actual Goths.
The actual Goths were less weird.
Who knows what horrors lurk within the hearts of men? What creeps just out of sight, along the edges of the shadows? And what would the neighbors say if I used the courtyard for a Gothic photo shoot?