Sarah's Books - Used & Rare

In 1867 Samuel Clemens writes to his family:

"Dear Folks,

I know I ought to write oftener... & more fully, but I can not overcome my repugnance to telling what I am doing or what I expect to do or propose to do.  Then, what have I left to write about?  Manifestly nothing."

And he writes again, in 1868:

"I have got a thousand things to do, & am not doing any of them.  I feel perfectly savage."

(From Mark Twain's Letters Volume 2, p.49 and p.152, respectively.)

And so it is with me.  Life has been overfull lately and having already lived it, I don't particularly want to talk about any of it.  I will return to discuss books soon, however, as always.   Though I will just say that I am three volumes in to Mark Twain's Letters. And they make me deeply happy.  I think Valentine's Day will be a perfect time for a discussion about Clemens's courtship letters to his future wife.  He was minding his own business, living the life of a vagabond journalist and confirmed bachelor, then he met a certain young woman, the woman in fact, and fell over a veritable cliff of love.  Blindsided.  A total coup de foudre.  He wrote her exceptional love letters for months and months, and then they married.  Most satisfactory, first in life and now on paper!  More to follow.