So now your life is just like inside that book. Is it the soothing comfort of
Goodnight Moon? Is it the scary action of
The Hunger Games?
Me, I am currently living in
The Beaver Papers, so I am collecting obscure literary treasure-like scripts for the lost season of
Leave it to Beaver. I think I just found one by Joseph Heller,
Catch-22 Beaver.
And you?
Are you sipping tea in a Jane Austen comedy, or are you waiting for George R. R, Martin to kill you off?