Yesterday at the bookstore I saw a teensy, tiny grey mouse running frantically through the bookstacks and I had a giggle at the thought that finally, after all these years of being called one, I had seen a real, live, honest-to-god bookmouse.
Then I remembered that the term was "bookworm", not "bookmouse", and I felt a bit cheated.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
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