The joy of book sales

Lately I’ve started reading Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead, which I’m liking a lot, A Tale of Two Cities (which I’ve never read, ashamed though I am to admit it — and I’m liking it a lot as well), and as of this morning I’ve started Benjamin Franklin’s Autobiography. And I’m still plugging along with Persuasion and War and Peace and The Pickwick Papers.

I just got back from the bargain book sale upstairs in the bookstore (thanks to Holly for the tip-off). Got Ethan Frome (by Edith Wharton for $2, The Oxford Book of Letters,, Dickens’ Bleak House, The Tale of Peter Rabbit (has anyone seen Miss Potter? Is it any good?), and The Complete Guide to Calligraphy. There are four or five other books I’ve got my sights set on, but $30 is my daily guilt limit on buying books, so I’ll have to wait till tomorrow when the counter starts over. (No, I don’t spend $30 every day on books. I wish… :)) I love book sales.

Last night I started browsing through Clifton Fadiman’s The New Lifetime Reading Plan. Found tons of authors I want to start reading — so many I hardly know where to start, actually. Trollope and Balzac and Donne, oh my! And I’m itching to start The Brothers Karamazov. But I suppose I ought to finish the ones I’ve started first… I can’t wait till April when I’ve graduated and have afternoons and evenings free to read. Mmm. Mmm. :)

Comments

Liz Muir
Feb 6, 2007
10:18 am

When I am attacked by gloomy thoughts, nothing helps me so much as running to my books. They quickly absorb me and banish the clouds from my mind. – Montaigne

Anna
Feb 7, 2007
9:51 pm

Just so you know, Marilynne Robinson is speaking at UVSC Friday night…

Ben
Feb 9, 2007
7:58 am

Liz: All too true! Books are my therapy. It’s almost uncanny how well they work at banishing those gloomy clouds, really. I love books. :)

Anna: Yes, it’s tonight at 7 at the Ragan Theater. Afterwards there’ll be a book signing and reception from 8 to 9 in SC 206B, wherever that is. I really wish I could go, but we’re having a work banquet/fireside (the annual BYU family history fireside) and I’ve got to be there. If only it weren’t at the same time… ~sigh~

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