New friends
Ah, what a good day. This weekend is the Friends of the San Francisco Library Big Book Sale--basically an airplane hangar packed with table after table after table of cheap books, and throngs of people hovering and scanning and sorting. My friends and I go every year, and then recover with lunch at the fancy vegetarian restaurant next door, staring at the Golden Gate Bridge while eating amazing snooty Bay Area local-organic vegetables. It's really the best thing.
My haul:
Angels on Toast, Dawn Powell
My Home is Far Away, Dawn Powell
Second April, Edna St. Vincent Millay
The Light of Faith, Edgar A. Guest
Last Tales, Isak Dinesen
Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim, David Sedaris
Local Girls, Alice Hoffman
A Girl Named Zippy, Haven Kimmel
The Archivist, Martha Cooley
The Edna St. Vincent Millay isn't nearly as gorgeous and pristine as last year's copy of The Buck in the Snow and Other Poems, but I figure the two of them can be friends, and it can live out its days in peace. The Edgar A. Guest can join them--I don't exactly know who he is (except now I do), but it was only a dollar and I liked the inscription on the flyleaf: "To Al, Hearty congratulations and all good wishes from the Marquarns. February third, nineteen twenty-seven."
Other than that, I'm pretty sure I didn't buy anything I definitely won't read. I was psyched about the Powells, after striking out on her last year, and I desperately wanted to tell avery292 about A Girl Named Zippy, and I am nearly always in the mood for Alice Hoffman. My relationship with David Sedaris is a complex one, full of potential and disappointment and NPR, but I am feeling generous towards him these days, so we'll see. And as for The Archivist, that book and I have been shadowing each other for years, and I have no sales resistance against books with other books on the covers. Library love! I want to find my heart's desire in the library, and I don't necessarily mean between two covers.
Good day. Maybe I'll go back tomorrow? Everything's a dollar. That might be worth the trip.
My haul:
Angels on Toast, Dawn Powell
My Home is Far Away, Dawn Powell
Second April, Edna St. Vincent Millay
The Light of Faith, Edgar A. Guest
Last Tales, Isak Dinesen
Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim, David Sedaris
Local Girls, Alice Hoffman
A Girl Named Zippy, Haven Kimmel
The Archivist, Martha Cooley
The Edna St. Vincent Millay isn't nearly as gorgeous and pristine as last year's copy of The Buck in the Snow and Other Poems, but I figure the two of them can be friends, and it can live out its days in peace. The Edgar A. Guest can join them--I don't exactly know who he is (except now I do), but it was only a dollar and I liked the inscription on the flyleaf: "To Al, Hearty congratulations and all good wishes from the Marquarns. February third, nineteen twenty-seven."
Other than that, I'm pretty sure I didn't buy anything I definitely won't read. I was psyched about the Powells, after striking out on her last year, and I desperately wanted to tell avery292 about A Girl Named Zippy, and I am nearly always in the mood for Alice Hoffman. My relationship with David Sedaris is a complex one, full of potential and disappointment and NPR, but I am feeling generous towards him these days, so we'll see. And as for The Archivist, that book and I have been shadowing each other for years, and I have no sales resistance against books with other books on the covers. Library love! I want to find my heart's desire in the library, and I don't necessarily mean between two covers.
Good day. Maybe I'll go back tomorrow? Everything's a dollar. That might be worth the trip.