Elizabeth Cobbe

This is the twelfth installment of my aptly-named series “Books on the Shelf,” in which I take any title or object from one of my lovingly alphabetized shelves and write a short post about it.

We bought Watchmen on our honeymoon, at the airport, on the way out. We both read it that week. Because we have never once done things at the right time.

Still. Pretty good, isn’t it?