growing stack of books on my desk, leftover from a summer where i didn't read enough:

a farewell to arms - hemingway
looking for alaska - green
paper towns - green
catch-22 - heller
magma - gatto
trimalchio - fitzgerald
diary of anne frank - frank
when you are engulfed in flames - sedaris

sometimes i wish i could just spend one entire day a week just with some soft bon iver, a mug of that pungent green tea, and a novel. that crisp, slightly musty, earthy smell of those pages.