A Gentle Madness

Well, after moving all my crap out of the apartment and back home, I seem to have achieved the impossible: I've managed to fit every book I own, including the ones I haven't read yet (43), onto my meager bookshelves. With (very little) room to spare, no less. They're fairly groaning under effort, but I did it. I re-alphabetized it all too (and yes, I enjoy rearranging my books); resulted in some strange bed(shelf?)fellows: setting fluffy and femme Georgette Heyer next to Hemingway tickles to me to no end, but I feel kind of bad for Sarah Waters, sandwiched between Kurt Vonnegut and ATTACK of the Deranged Mutant Killer Monster SNOW GOONS! (Calvin and Hobbes, of course).
Like the shiny new template? I liked the old one but I thought I'd try out the new ones blogger has. And this feels more appropriate for a book blog. I've finished Lost in a Good Book, and decided to start Laurence Sterne's A Sentimental Journey through France and Italy, which Austen references (as does Rozema, more extensively) in Mansfield Park. And, since in two weeks I'll be going to France for a month, I thought it was good timing. So I guess this blog will be more or less on temporary hiatus until early July. Which sucks, since I only just started it, but who knows, maybe I'll find an incredibly fascinating French novel to talk about when I get back.