My Tiny Little Collection - Blog Posts

I had a really hard times for last weeks. My laptop was in servis, three times a month (don’t even talk about price), I was struggling with offices (still I am but some things are solved at least), with lack of job offers in my profession (did I say I quite job), and many many other things that many people probably suffer from too, but sometimes it’s just too much. When I received another bad news, mum took me to the bookshop (actually she dropped me there, my sweet dear mum, I love her).

I haven’t been in a bookshop for years.

I bought three books, one for me and two for my siblings - Christmas is coming and who knows when I'll be able to go shopping again.

I bought Good Omens. Precisely after 30 years it’s finally translated to my language and I didn't hesitate for a second. I can’t stop staring at my small collection and smiling and feeling a little better.

(why the fck is the book getting bigger and bigger)

(the bigger bright book is that new one and the blue 24 yrs younger one is half the size, I swear)