Actually, I think I do want some more.

I just finished reading Oliver Twist by what's-his-face and found that I actually really liked it. The last book I read by whoever-it-was was Great Expectations which was not really that great even though I was clearly expecting otherwise. Before that, it was A Tale of Two Cities that immediately made me more suspicious of knitting communities in general. At any rate, I guess that old man really can write and I think my next foray into his serials will be Martin Chuzzlewit because my parents bought me that book for Christmas 9 years ago. I guess I just liked those velvet pants more that year. A mistake to be corrected in short order.