I was queing in a hypermarket one Saturday morning, to pay up for my weekly groceries. I had like 3 people infront of me. Next to me was this metal crate filled with books. Cheap books. To be honest, I've been eyeing that crate ever since they placed it there, somewhere about 3 weeks before. Try to tell myself, ' I've enough books to last me till at least the end of the year'.
So I innocently pick up one to browse, while waiting for the line to move. Then another and another. Soon, I'm hoping for the person at the counter will take their time so I can browse more. Hopeless me. No self-control or willpower whatsoever when it comes to b-o-o-k-s.
At the end, as so my effort don't go to waste, I've decided to buy one by D.H Lawrence. The name does ring a bell.
Virgin and Gipsy is all about unspoken, un-allowed, indecesive thoughts, words, actions typical of those era. I'm not sure why I must torture myself with classics again? But I did. After I've finished with the book - I went like 'that's it'??