All night especially in cold weather the house was accustomed to speak softly to itself, perhaps because of its hundreds of joints and its half-floors and its stone parts piled on wooden. It tocked and groaned, grunted and squaked; something gave way in an attic and fell, which caused something to come loose in a cellar and drop. The squirrels in the airspaces scratched and the mice explored the walls and halls. One mouse late at night went on tiptoe, a bottle of gin under his arm and a finger on his lips, trying to remember where Sophie's room might be. He nearly tripped on an unexpected step; all steps in this house were unexpected.
More of a manga reader, although I have my anime moods. Apart from anime and manga, I enjoy unconventional fantasy and scifi literature, cyberpunk, western comics and strips, and videogames. I'm also an occasional movie watcher.
Red Dead Redemption 2