March 29, 2005
Not only do the teetering and battered stacks and shelves of books lining my apartment keep me amused for days on end, they scare most people away (i.e., enable me to give free rein to my burgeoning agoraphobia).
If you’re looking for a shortcut, this haunted bookshelf will surely seal the deal. (Via Bookninja.)
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