Happy belated borrowing to me!

I've lived in this apartment for more than 3 years, and I just now finally today went to the library down the street. Isn't that awful? You don't have to tell me. I KNOW.

But today I got off my lazy, book-buying butt and walked three blocks because I heard they just GIVE AWAY books there. FOR FREE.

I present to you the tiniest library in all of Los Angeles.

Isn't he cute? He was born in 1916.
And he's designed in the new Italian renaissance style. Fancy.

It may not look tiny on the outside, but inside, it's just one room . . . most of which is filled with DVDs and books in Chinese. The entire fiction collection is contained in one row, and some of the shelves in that row are empty . . . . and six of those shelves are filled with romance novellas (not even Danielle Steele).

But I managed to find three happy books to balance out the marathon of sadness that has been my reading life lately.

Shopgirl by Steve Martin. Claire Danes! Jason Schwartzman! Yeah, I know that's the movie adaptation. Leave me alone.

Him Her Him Again The End of Him by Patricia Marx. This book is orange. That's the reason it's in my living room right now and not on the sad fiction shelf down the street. The title is a tad inconvenient, but we'll give it a go.

Moral Disorder and Other Stories by Margaret Atwood. It's true . . . I've never read Atwood. Her books are long, and this came home with me because it is short. This could be my gateway Atwood.