‘Well I plan everything. I even plan my plans.’
‘So tell me about plan number one.’
‘First of all, but not in this order, there’s Civil Engineering. I know I can get between approximately 98.6 and 99.3 in the HSC and that analysing King Lear’s nervous breakdown on the heath is going to be the deciding factor in those marks.’
I can sense him looking at me in the dark as if I’m supposed to understand this dilemma.
I’m in love with a droid! Any minute now he’s going to start using formulae to work out how he feels about me.”
Saving Francesca by Melina Marchetta.
It suddenly occurs to me that Will Trombal has quite a bit in common with William Darcy from The Lizzie Bennet Diaries. Apart from the sideburns. And the first name.
I can easily imagine Darcy saying those things. Maybe not the bit about the HSC - or civil engineering - unless he was still in high school, but he would say that sort of thing. He’d plan his plans. And be accused of being a droid.
(Alright, so the last part actually happened…)
One of the problems of working in a bookshop is that a once enjoyable Sunday afternoon of sorting out my personal bookcase now just feels like a day at work. As much as I like books, it’s nice to have two days a week where I don’t have to constantly rearrange them. Back then, however, in the dark days before the bookshop, I would spend hours wondering where the books should live.
I’ve spent most of my life arguing with people that ‘the floor’ is a valid storage space. Especially when it comes to books and, now that everyone I know lives in small London flats, people are finally conceding my point. It’s strange to me that some people have enough space in their homes for more than one small bookcase. One of my biggest problem is deciding which books get to go on the actual shelves.