Selected Stories Franz Kafka

Yes I finally finished it. And yes. I underlined the shit out of it, earmarked the edges, accidentally crumpled the back flap stuffing it into my purse. But you know what? I never understood the whole book-buying, first edition, signed-by-the-author, don't fold, don't touch, don't-throw-across-the-room-in-a-fit thing anyway. I mean, it's a book. You read it. Sometimes you fall asleep reading it. Or spill coffee on it. Or get a bit of ash in the spine. But that's life. Everything we love is slowly destroyed by the process of loving. So. Kafka. He's great. I'll talk about it soon.