| If you are a dreamer, come in, If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer… If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire For we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in! –Shel Silverstein |
Where the magical and mundane meet on an overflowing bookshelf, and sometimes the author cannot contain herself and wanders into music, film, personal life and musings on writing.
This is not a journal; I have one of those and prefer to keep it locked up tight. My deepest, darkest feelings will probably not be making an appearance here. It is instead a madly jumbled daydreamy wander through the wild hidden places of the world, usually interpreted through the pages of a book but sometimes not, all up to the whims of this inconsistent traveler.
