Today I had to drop my brother off at the library so he could study with some friends. I thought to myself:
“Self, not a problem. Sunday is your library day anyways. Remember though, you haven’t even started your book for book club yet, so just drop him off, stick your returns in the shoot and then leave.”
Turns out I can’t even follow advice from myself… I mean, I’m not really worried about the borrowing (what’s one more book in the pile?), but I’m a little concerned about my seeming lack of will power hehe.
- Charlaine Harris – Grave Sight
- Charlaine Harris – Grave Surprise
- J.G. Ballard – The Complete Short Stories
- Stefan Merrill Block – The Story of Forgetting
- Charlotte Bronte – The Foundling
How’d that happen?? How’d they make it into my bag??
I also entered via the sale rack (I know, I know!) and got myself a nice little pile. The best thing – they all smell so good.
- William Shakespeare – As You Like It
- Denys Kilham Robert (ed.) – The Centuries’ Poetry, Vol. 2: Donne to Dryden
- John Donne – Selected Poems
- Quentin James Reynolds - The Amazing Mr. Doolittle*
- Thomas Hardy – Jude the Obscure
The best find was the lovely little copy of As You Like It. Very tiny, very beautiful, very battered. It was published in 1889, and all for the grand price of … 20c. I love my library.
*Which, I found out when I got home, is not the stories of Dr. Doolittle, but a biography of Lieutenant General James H. Doolittle. Oops. Oh well, might be interesting.