Showing posts with label Rushdies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rushdies. Show all posts

3.18.2008

Exhibit 7.25

This is the Haruki Murakami towel Heather made me for my birthday a few years ago. That line is the first sentence of The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle.

For my birthday this year, she made me a Salman Rushdie one with the first sentence of Midnight's Children.

As you can tell, those are both amazing. If you come over, I'll let you dry your hands with them. It won't mean as much if you haven't read the books though.