Books, I can never get enough of them.

Even when I'm low on funds, I can't stop buying them. Like the sirens to Odysseus they call me and the opportunity to trek through worlds not unlike my beloved Narnia, Middle Earth and Dune (yes, Dune) is irresistible. It might take me months to eventually get to the story, but to have them there, an arms reach from where I lay my head, is enough until then.

On friday, I bought another book to add to my ever increasing collection. A 1974 paperback of "The Dreamquest of Unknown Kadath" by HP Lovecraft. I could not be happier with my purchase, as this edition does not have the ghastly cover art that other companies such as Random house/Del Rey, like to slap on to their compilations. The latest cover artist, John Palencar, however acclaimed in other circles, does not compare to the likes of Gustave Dore, Sidney Sime or Nicholas Roerich all of whom Lovecraft highly regarded.

Ah well, thanks to the internet, out of print books are not so hard to find anymore. Now I can enjoy a very good story without some tortured and distorted character gaping at me from the front.