Have I ever mentioned that I love libraries? I think it might have, because I do. Was there again yesterday, not looking for anything, just spending some time with a friend who was returning a book before we wandered to the back of the building, sitting amongst the fantasy and the books in languages other than Swedish.
Since the library isn't all too big we talked even while she walked off to the fantasy. We talked about growing away from reading fantasy and how much of it is built in the same way and how that creates an annoyance, and I let my eyes wander along the shelves, catching on the occasional author I enjoy or a particulary nice cover. Then I found a book that my lazy ass didn't feel like getting up to get but I dearly wanted to read, and it was L'Invitee. Den Inbjudna á Suedoise, have no idea what it is called in English. Yes, my beloved Beauvoir, so I got up and fetched it since my supernatural powers apparantly doesn't include that, and it turns out that this book hadn't been translated until like 2009, so I didn't feel too horrible about not finding it sooner. Not that I would have been all to interested in this book back then probably, I was busy fangirling my Russians. Though I am somewhat of the opinion that the greatest books aren't the ones you find, but the ones that find you.
So now I'm going to read this book on top of all the others I have yet to read, because it might be very convinient and help me with my project, and even if it doesn't help me I'll probably benefit from it as a ~person or something amazing like that.