Books and cakes.

Yesterday I roamed around Amsterdam to take some The Fault In Our Stars related pictures. I also went on a hunt for copies of TFIOS at The American Book Center (score: 4 signed. No yetis, no Hanklerfish) and Waterstone's (score: nada. But according to the lady behind the desk they should get 14 copies next week).

I've bought so many books in the last couple of months that I'm feeling a bit guilty. I have also discovered that I own quite a few books that physically repulse me, which is probably the reason I haven't read them yet (Great Gatsby is one of them). I'm not sure what happened to me, but whenever I walk into a book store I take some time to consider whether I am really sure that this is the edition I want to have on my shelves for years to come. Lately the answer has been no for almost every book. So yesterday I left Waterstone's with nothing but a box of Tea Cakes. I'd never heard about them before, but look at this packaging! And they don't taste bad either.

The book I read on the train was The Day of the Triffids by John Wyndham. I wasn't able to finish it when I had to read it for one of my uni courses, but I am enjoying it immensely. Almost everyone is blind and wandering around London, while walking plants are on the loose. All of the fun. I'm using the train tickets from the London - Edinburgh trip as bookmarks. I do the same thing with my Paris metro tickets. I partly blame nostalgia, but I also looks wonderful.