The name's Luna.
24/Los Angeles/wannabe blogger & researcher
Just another freak in the Freak Kingdom.
A place for me to ramble about books I love... also probably the only blog I'll ever have that will keep its theme. I don't want my page to be a mess so I'm only going to shelve books starting with what I've read in the past year.
I'm not always eloquent, and I'm certainly not pretentious. I am just a huge nerd who lurks in used bookstores and likes to read and do research for fun.
"En route to Nice from Barcelona via Paris, I holed up for one night alone at the Esmeralda, the most romantic little hotel on the Left Bank, with Notre Dame framed in the window in amber light. That night I received flowers from both Jack and Bailey and felt good with the world. My room was on the top floor-- wallpaper with green birds and butterflies on a sepia background, antique mirrors hung on the walls, my flowers in big jugs on a marble-topped chest, and in the morning peach sunlight seeping through the open window overlooking the Seine. The birds sang; there was little traffic. I looked out over the top-hat chimneys, the gray slate domes with attic windows. Breakfast came, coffee and croissants. I was in a Colette state of mind, alone with my roses and lilies. August in Paris."