You know those moments when you suddenly realise how many great books there are out there? And that there's no way you'll ever be able to read all of them?
That realisation just came crashing down on me.
How do y'all deal with that?
The home of a girl whose idea of heaven includes a reading room with an infinite library, roaring fire, endless hot tea (with milk!) and, of course, a big, velvety striped armchair.