It seems to us like a steady stream of smart and interesting people have been selling us books over the past couple of weeks. We can’t keep up with things! Being surrounded with all of this intellectual achievement is dazzling. The books just keep on coming through the door. First, an LGBTQ activist sells us her pamphlets of 70s gay liberation. Then, an occultist sells us his Crowley books. Then, a post-grad sells us lovely Oxford University titles. Then, a Folio Society fan came in! The flood of gorgeous material is absolutely humbling.
Speaking of humbling experiences, we are SO SORRY we had to put that dumb CAPTCHA thing on our site login. We had to. There were too many spam accounts being created with emails like boobs@boobs.com. We won’t reveal whether or not we LIKE the names of these emails (some of them are darned clever, auto-generated as they are) but without that dumb CAPTCHA thing our site is flooded with offers from wealthy princes. Now, of course some of your smart-asses will start sending your own offers of wealth, and if you do, please refer to our parent company boobs.com or it will be lost in our spam folder.
The sun plunging into the horizon now at 5pm reminds us that Christmas is near, and through the commercial madness of post-truth algorithm-driven gift giving we hope you find time to prepare your hovel for a literate winter. That means shoring up a few titles for those darkest of nights when All Hope is Lost. We know you London. It gets slushy and crumby out there. A good book can be a life raft in the salty discharge of a recently plowed street. After those pretty Christmas lights go off, all we are left with is the blue MEGA4K light of TVs in livings rooms. At least, that’s all we see when we spy into the windows of our neighbours (not that we are spying in your windows…).
We have to gather and pickle some top-tier literature in order to make it through. It is stored carefully in our bookcases to crack the lid on some damp February night. The weather is perfect for blanket forts again. Did you know that Jason once built a blanket fort that had 2 FLOORS IN IT!?! It had a TV AND a bookcase and a place for his dog Peaches to sleep. You had to climb OVER a pool table to get to the second floor but up there there was a small military base to fend off intruders. We’re not advocating being a prepper or anything. Let’s not get too excited. We’re just saying it’s time to hunker down.
Here are some books to weather the storm.
Much love,
Jason and Vanessa
