My mom reached deep into the library at Hotel Van De Camp and saved the day.
I’ll be bringing Maya Angelou’s I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, the autobiography of Malcom X, and Jung’s Man In Search of a Soul home with me on the train tonight.
Most of the books at Hotel Van De Kamp are leftovers from university courses long past, but most of them are books that were never assigned to me, so it’s all good. I like random reading.
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