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You know you're on holiday when you set your phone to silent, put away your book, brew tea and find a shaded chair, to play Rat on a Scooter. I had to beat my brother's high score (on my phone! It's like the old days, when someone beat your highscore on snake and you had to beat them or commit social suicide). Killed him, 146 points to his 106.

I'm sorry, I know I'm using LJ like twitter. I can't help it, I let my brain run off on annual leave and I'm not doing anything except being on holiday (at home), and seeing friends. And I clean, for some reason. Had my first wild strawberries today, they taste and smell like distilled summer. They're also called European strawberries, 'smultron' in Swedish, alpine strawberries (as a philologist I maintain that it is vital to know synonyms for certain very important things).

I plan to go back to reading Anna Karenina, but am taking a break with The Scarpetta Factor and was surprised by how sophisticated some of Cornwell's writing is.


Sarah McCoy wrote at The Millions about leaving bookmarks and mementos in her books, here, Between the Pages. I can never make myself do it consciously, leaving something in a book, marring it. It compares to cracking spines and leaving dog-ears. But it does happen occasionally. People keep gifting me bookmarks, because I never seem to find them when I need to. And I keep not using them. So I grab notes, postcards and my glasses when I think I'm returning shortly. Some of them stay in the book when I finish it and forget to remove them (I tuck them in somewhere when I read, to not lose them), but never consciously. That would be cheating.

Do you leave mementoes in your books? Notes?

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You know you're on holiday when you set your phone to silent, put away your book, brew tea and find a shaded chair, to play Rat on a Scooter. I had to beat my brother's high score (on my phone! It's like the old days, when someone beat your highscore on snake and you had to beat them or commit social suicide). Killed him, 146 points to his 106.

I'm sorry, I know I'm using LJ like twitter. I can't help it, I let my brain run off on annual leave and I'm not doing anything except being on holiday (at home), and seeing friends. And I clean, for some reason. Had my first wild strawberries today, they taste and smell like distilled summer. They're also called European strawberries, 'smultron' in Swedish, alpine strawberries (as a philologist I maintain that it is vital to know synonyms for certain very important things).

I plan to go back to reading Anna Karenina, but am taking a break with The Scarpetta Factor and was surprised by how sophisticated some of Cornwell's writing is.


Sarah McCoy wrote at The Millions about leaving bookmarks and mementos in her books, here, Between the Pages. I can never make myself do it consciously, leaving something in a book, marring it. It compares to cracking spines and leaving dog-ears. But it does happen occasionally. People keep gifting me bookmarks, because I never seem to find them when I need to. And I keep not using them. So I grab notes, postcards and my glasses when I think I'm returning shortly. Some of them stay in the book when I finish it and forget to remove them (I tuck them in somewhere when I read, to not lose them), but never consciously. That would be cheating.

Do you leave mementoes in your books? Notes?