Well, I may never be a writer, but I’ll be one helluva reader! Went to the Harwinton Library Book Sale, hot from my success at our Burlington sale a few weeks past, but must say that I am a bit disappointed. Strange, the difference in reading tastes; the bulk was mainly genre fiction, romance and mystery in particular, no oldies–yet no recent bestsellers, and no specific shelf for the classics. Philosophy, when I asked, was in non-fiction, next to Chicken Soup for the Soul in self-help. So only ten books I took, five dollars I left, and it’s not the most exciting lineup although there are some goodies here:
Beowulf
The Pearl by John Steinbeck
Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden
Ethics, Theory and Practice by M. Velasquez and C. Rostankowski
Paradise by Toni Morrison
Writing for New Media by A. Bonime and K. Pohlmann
East of Eden by John Steinbeck
A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
The Pocket Aristotle
The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
I do hope I haven’t duplicated here what I already have, but it was useless to look at my list with my head creaked over for over an hour.
These two, on the same shelf, made me laugh: Joseph Wambaugh’s Finnegan’s Week and Earl Murray’s South of Eden.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology