An American in Paris

Also, when my copy of Picture of Dorian Grey went missing, I figured I’d just misplaced it or it fell down somewhere, or I’m just stupid and left it some where.  But when my other two books that I just bought and were still in their plastic shopping bag go missing from the same place, I’m inclined to believe there is a book thief in my dorm.  Of all the shit to steal out of someone’s belongings, you choose a beat up copy of Picture of Dorian Grey and two Agatha Christie mystery novels?!  I have the literary tastes of my Aunt Jean and I spent a combined total of 10 euros on those books, but still….that’s just stupid!  Who steals those?!  Now I have nothing to read on the train tomorrow or on all my many plane rides back to America!  Hmph…