Books, birds and booze
I WILL NEVER EVER IN MY LIFE GET RID OF ANY BOOKS EVER AGAIN
Because it's freaking expensive and time-consuming to replace them.
I've been feeling very nostalgic lately and want to revisit the books from my childhood, specifically some books by Enid Blyton. Those Enid Blyton books were my Nancy Drew and Anne of Green Gables; I've read those too, after Blyton. But I've not one book with me, they were either given away or lost, as things do when you move a lot, and my family did.
Enid Blyton books are not readily available in the US so I went to amazon.uk only to find that the new editions have ugly covers. I'm now watching a few eBay auctions of the older editions, the ones I had.
This afternoon, I was browsing at the best bookshop in Austin--Bookpeople. I ambled upstairs to the children's section to see if they carry the longed-for books.
Me: Excuse me, do you have The Naughtiest Girl in the School?
My brain: I never noticed this, but that title sounds a little, well, naughty. I hope he doesn't think I'm a pervert who gets her jollies by asking about erotica in the children's section.
Bookseller: Nope, we don't have it.
Me: :( Well, do you have any Famous Five books?
Bookseller: *types fast and furious on the keyboard, then looks intently at the monitor* Oh, there's a Five on a Secret Trail.
Me: *Squees*
Bookseller: But we don't have it at the moment.
Me: :( Um, do you have any Secret Seven?
Bookseller: Let's seeeeee. *typity* Ah, a complete set of the Secret Seven series.
Me: Eeeee.
Bookseller: We don't have any.
Me: >:(
It was like the book-buying version of getting psyched.
Ornithomancy in a strip mall
The day before yesterday I was walking down a pavement when I saw a hawk/eagle/killer bird thing a few steps ahead of me, perched on something gray, which turned out to be a pigeon. When I neared the hawkeaglekillerbird, it flew off with the pigeon clutched in its talons, loudly and suddenly, spooking me and I screamed.
That circle of life scene took place half an hour before I watched the movie Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress and I think it was an omen. The pigeon represented what little good mood I had that afternoon and it was killed by Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress, as represented by the eaglekillerhawkbird.
So go head pop some Christa
Tonight, we dropped a princely sum of $8 on a bottle of Christa sparkling wine.
Because it's freaking expensive and time-consuming to replace them.
I've been feeling very nostalgic lately and want to revisit the books from my childhood, specifically some books by Enid Blyton. Those Enid Blyton books were my Nancy Drew and Anne of Green Gables; I've read those too, after Blyton. But I've not one book with me, they were either given away or lost, as things do when you move a lot, and my family did.
Enid Blyton books are not readily available in the US so I went to amazon.uk only to find that the new editions have ugly covers. I'm now watching a few eBay auctions of the older editions, the ones I had.
This afternoon, I was browsing at the best bookshop in Austin--Bookpeople. I ambled upstairs to the children's section to see if they carry the longed-for books.
Me: Excuse me, do you have The Naughtiest Girl in the School?
My brain: I never noticed this, but that title sounds a little, well, naughty. I hope he doesn't think I'm a pervert who gets her jollies by asking about erotica in the children's section.
Bookseller: Nope, we don't have it.
Me: :( Well, do you have any Famous Five books?
Bookseller: *types fast and furious on the keyboard, then looks intently at the monitor* Oh, there's a Five on a Secret Trail.
Me: *Squees*
Bookseller: But we don't have it at the moment.
Me: :( Um, do you have any Secret Seven?
Bookseller: Let's seeeeee. *typity* Ah, a complete set of the Secret Seven series.
Me: Eeeee.
Bookseller: We don't have any.
Me: >:(
It was like the book-buying version of getting psyched.
Ornithomancy in a strip mall
The day before yesterday I was walking down a pavement when I saw a hawk/eagle/killer bird thing a few steps ahead of me, perched on something gray, which turned out to be a pigeon. When I neared the hawkeaglekillerbird, it flew off with the pigeon clutched in its talons, loudly and suddenly, spooking me and I screamed.
That circle of life scene took place half an hour before I watched the movie Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress and I think it was an omen. The pigeon represented what little good mood I had that afternoon and it was killed by Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress, as represented by the eaglekillerhawkbird.
So go head pop some Christa
Tonight, we dropped a princely sum of $8 on a bottle of Christa sparkling wine.