I would prefer to give books away.
My grandmother had a fairly close relationship with a piano. I have an intimate relationship with an Imac.
The yellow book has gone to print. I’m not sure how it got there and I want to get it back.
Should anyone (I know it's unlikely) wonder where the blog has gone, it has gone into a chapter about blogging and taken my brain with it.
So I’m half-way through How (Not) To Get Your Poetry Published, the new, enlarged, revised, authorised, homogenised edition containing the Answer To It All.
1. Because you could read Fiona Moore’s blog instead.