Girlie so groovy

I'm sure I've talked about how I pick my literature before. I look at the first and last lines. Usually it works pretty well. I had £10 worth of vouchers left for Waterstones and I thought I'd see if they had more of the same notebook I've been using as a journal. They did not. I wandered around in the poetry section instead. Wanted to buy Don Juan but the cover was ripped. Rubbish! It's like when you find that book you've been searching for and somebody has broken the spine. Bastards!

Anyway I was about to give up and go home when I remember about Joyce. And lo! They had Finnegans Wake. I already knew I wanted it. I'd wanted it ever since I realised Sylvia Plath wasn't just being mad and she was quoting real literature. Problem is I'm finding it impossible to read it without reading aloud. And yes, I do read it in an Irish accent.

So first line: riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howlth Castle and Environs.

Last line: A way a lone a last a loved a long the

Best thing is it's the same line!

I'm in love you guys.

Also Julie made me this a while ago. I forget why but I found it yesterday and giggled.