At breakfast, I ran into Anna (she who recited the entire War of the Roses to me over dinner two nights ago). She’s a history major from small-town Essex, and she volunteered to show me around downtown. We agreed to meet up as soon as we got our things together.
After one false start that involved her leaving me unsupervised for five minutes and me locking myself out of Aberdare, we did actually make it downtown. She introduced me to a cute hipster used-clothing store where I almost bought a sweater, until financial guilt kicked in. I introduced her to The Plan Cafe. We ducked into Waterstones to get out of the rain, and we gave each other tours of our favorite genres. I added Philippa Gregory to my book list. Anna walked out of there with Pillars of the Earth.
