over the weekend my mom helped me to complete a list of books i am going to try to sell before i move. it helped to have someone there because she read out the author and title while i typed it all up in a spreadsheet.
looking at the list now i feel like it is going to be embarrassing to send the list around. i have some big literature classics – but those i am not selling so they are not on the list. instead it’s chick books mixed with crime and mystery (lots of that actually), a few diy or other self-help books and only one, yes, just one book that qualifies (in my eyes anyways) as true classic that is known worldwide (no, harry potter, that i am not selling): bram stoker’s dracula!
did i read that book? not sure. i know the content but i feel like i know it from the movie.
i feel like that list does not quite represent the very eclectic but sophisticated taste in literature i assumed i have…to be honest, i feel like i don’t have much taste at all. write crime and mystery on the back of the book and it’s basically already bought by me. i’m THAT easy to please. 
franzi
