Last night I bought nearly fifty bookmarks. I'm always losing them and down to one. I'm currently reading about five books in addition to my text books so I thought I'd look on Amazon and see how much their book marks are, but I didn't think I'd buy any since paying four dollars for shipping on a bookmark is kind of insane. But I found twelve Emily Dickinson bookmarks for a dollar fifty and free shipping, well, sold, but should I get the Emily ones, the Shakespeare, or the Degas ballerinas? Also contenders were the Henry David Thoreau and Van Gogh ones, then I saw Fairy bookmarks and thought of my little niece who loves fairies and is getting several books for Christmas so I had to have those as well. So having narrowed myself down to four sets of twelve I went to the check out and found they were having a four for three deal so I got the fairies for free. Four sixty three for forty eight bookmarks. It will take me a while to lose that many.

All this book mark buying reminded me of a comic I saw years ago of a very unhappy cat stuffed into a book. The caption read, "In a readers home everything is a bookmark." I nearly chocked on my tea because I had done that. I had used my cat as a bookmark. She, like all cats, would come sleep next to me while I was reading and I had several times layed the book over her while I went to the bathroom or the kitchen. Nothing is safe.

It's finals week so I'll be gone for a bit. Hope your finishing up Don Quixote because I've started on The Epic of Gilgamesh. See you next week and wish me luck.