This weekend I went to go visit Nate and his parents in Kitchener (about an hour and a half west of Toronto). Friday night, we went out for desert and ended up wandering into a wonderful little bookstore — as often happens with me. There sitting in the sale section was this beauty:
Jane Austen, The Complete Works — gilded edges, gorgeous binding and illustrated. Nate bought it for me for my birthday. I couldn’t be happier, and he couldn’t be cuter.