The Library of Dreams

This is one of those things that makes me long for a life without a budget. Two hundred dollars is a lot of things — food, tuition, clothes, music, travel, medical bills, music, furniture, comic books, booze, etc. — but it also apparently a very, very nice edition of a book that I like rather a lot.

Unfortunately, I suspect that special editions (like the one described in the review above) are an addiction just waiting to be unleashed. Looking at the Hill House website pretty much confirms my worst fears that I could soon open a new wing of the Betty Ford Center if I’m not careful.

Why, the Neil Gaiman swag offered to subscribers (for a prepayment of only four hundred dollars!) on this page is more than enough to make me consider mortgaging whatever parts of my black little soul are left in order to pay for it. Add to the list the special editions for Ray Bradbury and Shirley Jackson and it appears that the demon, while not yet out of the bottle, is definitely leaning against the cork and just starting to put his shoulder into it.

The Hill House site will probably become another site that I visit every so often and just sigh over longingly like I do at The Apple Store, my Amazon wish list, and all those vintage fountain pens.

Sigh…