MembreGlassarms.Blackfield

Fffffffuck. I ran out of enough bookshelf space years ago. My "library" is currently all across the walls, the floor; there's very little of my bed still visible, and I could easily lie and say I had no desk, it's so well-hidden under mountains of books. But apart from the encroaching, viral physical aspect, it's well-balanced, I'd say. It's mostly all to do with language and linguistics, cartography, geography, code breaking and lock picking, all assortments of rifles, a lot of classical literature, 20s seedy pulp novels, old beatnik and other weird 50s-60s-era writings, classical Sci-Fi, Spy-Fi, and in general a lot of things.

I'm 19, and a book clerk in a used bookshop. I dropped out of school mentally at the age of eight and legally at sixteen. Having spent most of my childhood in England and New Zealand, I don't sound American, but I am. Very much so.