Re-reading Tudor Historical Fiction on the Way to Hell

The obscenity of gulping down books

Recently I had a guest come to visit here for a week, and the week was full of obscenities.

They weren’t the boring, predictable kinds of obscenities (the lower back not being what it once was). Rather, they were bookish obscenities. My guest and I put hundreds of miles on the rental car driving over hill and dale in search of … books. In search of dozen…