I found this book in the library about my main man, Henry VII. Not only was it written by 
Henry VII's poet laureate--that my advisor didn't even know existed (making me feel like a smart and lucky, mostly lucky, young woman)--it was published in 1858. There's even a little card inside it noting that the State Historical Society of Wisconsin obtained it on 31 March 1870 (see above).
And it's sitting on my desk! Why would they even let me handle something so cool?!
Dark Tuesday
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2 comments:
Can I just say how much I love your blog? I also love the library. I took Evans for granted, but not anymore. Still, I don't know how people can't appreciate even the smallest library. I mean, the books are free, you take as many as you want, and you bring them back when you're done with them. It's genius, pure genius I tell you.
Oh, and I love the Ridiculous Boyfriend series. Don't forget Ron!
Oh, child, don't worry. I couldn't forget Ron. (And since you mentioned him, perhaps he'll come around sooner rather than later, wink wink.)
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