his love

for the past four days, I have been listening to the song His Love by Tegan Quin more or less on repeat. it is an incredibly personal and beautiful song - a message from Tegan to Augusten Burroughs. it is so interesting to watch her play it with him there, how nervous she is. wow.

it prompted me to get a library card so that I could get Augusten Burroughs' book A Wolf at the Table, which is about his (abusive, sadistic) father. I have it on hold now and am set for some downer times reading it. this song just makes me feel such a need to read it.

in other book news, I am reading The Secret Adversary by Agatha Christie (thanks new library card!) and I came across a phrase that delighted me:

'That's him,' cried Tuppence, in an ungrammatical squeal.

that's all in the ballad of sapphire for tonight. 

until next time,

sapphire