This is a fun little feature hosted by Miz Parajunkee that promotes bookbloggy togetherness. One of those is probably not a word.
This week's question IS AN EASY ONE:
That's simple. I am now Miss Cassandra Mortmain and I live in a perfectly lovely, yet mostly crumbling, elderly castle and I am writing to you from the kitchen sink...
"That is, my feet are in it; the rest of me is on the draining-board, which I have padded with our dog's blanket and the tea-cosy. I can't say that I am really comfortable, and there is a depressing smell of carbolic soap, but this is the only part of the kitchen where there is any daylight left. And I have found that sitting in a place where you have never sat before can be inspiring- I wrote my very pest poem while sitting on the hen-house. Though even that isn't a very good poem. I have decided my poetry is so bad that I mustn't write any more of it." - I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith