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How fun! Care to share what you picked up? I'm quite jealous and have to live vicariously you know....


Oh, sure. In no particular order, just pulling them out of the bags however they come, let me list my haul:

Moneyball, by Michael Lewis

Virgin Soil, by Ivan Turgenev

Treasures of Time, by Penelope Lively

Ursula, Under, by Ingrid Hill

Me Talk Pretty One Day, by David Sedaris

The Lovely Bones, by Alice Sebold

The Return of the Soldier, by Rebecca West

Talking to the Dead, by Helen Dunmore

An Artist of the Floating World, by Kazuo Ishiguro

The Time Traveler's Wife, by Audrey Niffenegger

Fluke, by Christopher Moore

Paradise Postponed, by John Mortimer

The Secret History of the Pink Carnation, by Lauren Willig

When We Were Orphans, by Kazuo Ishiguro

Feminine Gospels, by Carol Ann Duffy

Isak Dinesen: The Life of a Storyteller, by Judith Thurman

The Essential Haiku, edited and with verse translations by Robert Hass

Words To Rhyme With, by Willard R. Espy

and the aforementioned Murder Ink, "perpetrated" by Dilys Winn

I spent one hour and twenty dollars. I think I did all right.


Hmm, when I came home yesterday, I plunked my plunder bags onto a chair. I didn't realize until this morning, while looking for my hairbrush, that one of the books had fallen out, and so got left off the above list. That one is:

The Black Sheep by Honoré de Balzac

So. Twenty books for twenty dollars. Really not bad at all.

What's with the jealousy, though? Don't they have used book sales in Italy?

The Goldfish

This is wonderful; a wonderful event, but also wonderful to see such a turnout. What fun! And how great to live in a town of readers. :-)

You know, I was reading our Parish newsletter, which details missing cats, the over-sixties club and so on and I discovered that this summer, our village hall will play host to an exhibition of "Cycling Erotica". In our village hall. Where the cub scouts meet. Apparently, they did it last year and it was very popular...

Of course, one simply has to attend such things to find out what they're about. But cycling? Erotica? I appear to have moved to a rather curious little village...


Ha! Curious indeed! I do hope you will report on the event when it transpires.

(Of course, now all I can think of is that Queen album with the song that goes "I want to ride my bicycle/I want to ride my bike/I want to ride my bicycle/I want to ride it where I like," the album which had the photo of all those naked cyclists as part of the inside cover art.)

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