more books!
So truepenny and I got more books today. We had to, you see. We each had a 20% off coupon for one of our fave used bookstores, which has three locations. So yesterday we visited one location and today we hit the other.
I really, really like having a downstairs neighbor who not only shares but cheerfully enables my book acquisition tendencies.
Today's acquisitions:
Pat Barker, Regeneration. I've been meaning to read this since The Ghost Road won the Booker back in '95.
John Biguenet, The Torturer's Apprentice. Honestly, I don't even remember why this is on my list. But that's why I keep the list, because I have no memory, so I'm just trusting that whatever version of myself put it on the list in the first place knew what she was doing.
Francesca Lia Block, Violet & Claire.
J.M. Coetzee, Disgrace. Which I can't read for a while, as I must channel all my Coetzee love into the relevant dissertation chapter, but still.
Michael Collins, The Keepers of Truth. See above re: Biguenet.
Dorothy Dunnett, The Game of Kings. Because I haven't ever read The Lymond Chronicles. I know, I suck.
Patricia Gaffney, Circle of Three. Got this one completely on spec because Jennifer Crusie mentions Gaffney in the acknowledgements to at least one of her books. Devoutly hoping it doesn't suck, but if it does, somebody tell me quick.
Barbara Kingsolver, The Bean Trees. When I saw this on the shelf I was seized by the urge to re-read it. Of course, now I'm home facing down several giant stacks of books I haven't read at all, so I probably won't get around to it for, let's see, eight months at least. But now I have it! I feel so secure.
Ursula K. LeGuin, Very Far Away from Anywhere Else. Total impulse buy; I'd never even heard of it.
Naomi Shihab Nye, Habibi.
Tamora Pierce, Alanna: The First Adventure. I think somebody recced this at a WisCon panel last year.
Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass. His Dark Materials wasn't even on my radar until relatively recently. I found a nice edition, which means I'm now committed to that edition for the other two because that's how my brain works.
Muriel Spark, The Comforters. Because my favorite college English prof taught it in his Modern British Novel class that I didn't get to take.
Manil Suri, The Death of Vishnu.
I think I have to read tonight. In fact, I think I'm going to go get a gallon of milk before it gets dark, and then come home and finish up some work-related stuff I started this morning, and then settle in with some hot chocolate and read until Angel comes on.
Not the invasion of Normandy, but still a plan.
I really, really like having a downstairs neighbor who not only shares but cheerfully enables my book acquisition tendencies.
Today's acquisitions:
Pat Barker, Regeneration. I've been meaning to read this since The Ghost Road won the Booker back in '95.
John Biguenet, The Torturer's Apprentice. Honestly, I don't even remember why this is on my list. But that's why I keep the list, because I have no memory, so I'm just trusting that whatever version of myself put it on the list in the first place knew what she was doing.
Francesca Lia Block, Violet & Claire.
J.M. Coetzee, Disgrace. Which I can't read for a while, as I must channel all my Coetzee love into the relevant dissertation chapter, but still.
Michael Collins, The Keepers of Truth. See above re: Biguenet.
Dorothy Dunnett, The Game of Kings. Because I haven't ever read The Lymond Chronicles. I know, I suck.
Patricia Gaffney, Circle of Three. Got this one completely on spec because Jennifer Crusie mentions Gaffney in the acknowledgements to at least one of her books. Devoutly hoping it doesn't suck, but if it does, somebody tell me quick.
Barbara Kingsolver, The Bean Trees. When I saw this on the shelf I was seized by the urge to re-read it. Of course, now I'm home facing down several giant stacks of books I haven't read at all, so I probably won't get around to it for, let's see, eight months at least. But now I have it! I feel so secure.
Ursula K. LeGuin, Very Far Away from Anywhere Else. Total impulse buy; I'd never even heard of it.
Naomi Shihab Nye, Habibi.
Tamora Pierce, Alanna: The First Adventure. I think somebody recced this at a WisCon panel last year.
Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass. His Dark Materials wasn't even on my radar until relatively recently. I found a nice edition, which means I'm now committed to that edition for the other two because that's how my brain works.
Muriel Spark, The Comforters. Because my favorite college English prof taught it in his Modern British Novel class that I didn't get to take.
Manil Suri, The Death of Vishnu.
I think I have to read tonight. In fact, I think I'm going to go get a gallon of milk before it gets dark, and then come home and finish up some work-related stuff I started this morning, and then settle in with some hot chocolate and read until Angel comes on.
Not the invasion of Normandy, but still a plan.