I need a desk. Preferably this one.
And bookshelves this massive. Every time I watch episodes of "Sex and the City," I find myself wishing I had a wall big enough for a bad boy like this to hold all my books and magazines, because I am drowning in books. It's out of control, but throwing away books is like asking me to go all Fahrenheit 451, and I just can't. So instead they live in boxes and piles until I can get this.
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Now is that four-fifty-one or four, five, one?
A library is my elevator (see Future Business Leader of America). There are few situations where I find myself more at peace than when I'm surrounded by wooden shelves lined with books.
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