Sunday, January 6, 2013

Apparently my mother was an author in 1905.

I finally got around to reading Edith Wharton's The House of Mirth.  That book was a sort of horror story for every single woman over the age of 29.  Holy sh*t, if I end up like Lily Bart ("end up?" he laughed)... Sigh.

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