Saturday, October 08, 2016


David Greenhood, Love in Dishevelment, Signet, 1949


Deb said...

Based on the back blurb, I'd actually like to read this--especially since a stuck door and a loose piece of carpet count as dishevelment. God knows, with that criteria, I must be living in utter squalor!

Unknown said...

Utter Squalor is about ten miles from Baton Rouge, I think.