Twenty-four year old librarian and creative writing scholar.
currently reading:
Abarat (reread) by Clive Barker
The Cult TV Book by Stacey Abbott
Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
In height he was rather over six feet, and so excessively lean that he seemed to be considerably taller. His eyes were sharp and piercing, save during those intervals of torpor to which I have alluded; and his thin, hawk-like nose gave his whole expression an air of alertness and decision. His chin, too, has the prominence and squareness which mark the man of determination. His hands were invariably blotted with ink and stained with chemicals, yet he was possessed of extraordinary delicacy of touch, as I frequently had occasion to observe when I watched him manipulating his fragile philosophical instruments

A Study in Scarlet by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle