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Hazards of the neighbourhood
Mar. 29th, 2007 12:24 pmI left the house late this morning, intending to take a leisurely amble down to the 7-eleven for possibly a croissant for breakfast and some coffee, a rare enough indulgence. I had the loan of Rey's music player (although some alarming things come up when it's set on shuffle), and the digital camera at Bridgie's request to take photos of things springing into blossom on the way. I should have stayed to my original destination, but one of my favorite local haunts is merely a jaunt across the street from there and I thought to peek only to see how low the price has dropped on the rather old bible I've had my eye on for over a year now. The binding has come apart of course, and I'm hardly religious- except, of course, where it comes to things such as books.
Needless to say I could hardly look there without going around the corner to look over the shelves briefly, and in the end I succeeded in spending every last dollar in my wallet (a mere eighteen, but the books are wonderfully cheap). So here I sit, with a volume of Kipling in my lap and macaroni and cheese for lunch. I forwent breakfast, as I did not escape the shop until it was nearly noon. I might have gotten out slightly earlier, but I fell into conversation with the woman that runs the antiques section of the store (the gentleman that actually sells the books was not there). Somehow we got on the topic of recollecting old books one has had once and given up, and the necessity of finding the same copy with the same cover/illustrations/what have you to reclaim that thrill one had the very first time on discovering that particular book.
I am a happy man.
Purchased today:
Land and Sea Tales for Boys and Girls, Rudyard Kipling 1923 - A must have, of course, for reasons stated above.
The Thurber Carnival, James Thurber 1945 - I can't recall when I first came across Thurber, but his recollections have provided me with hours of amusement in the past and I no longer own any of his works.
The Haunted Bookshop, Christopher Morley 1919 - The title alone drew me in and would not let me go. I may give in and read this one first.
Needless to say I could hardly look there without going around the corner to look over the shelves briefly, and in the end I succeeded in spending every last dollar in my wallet (a mere eighteen, but the books are wonderfully cheap). So here I sit, with a volume of Kipling in my lap and macaroni and cheese for lunch. I forwent breakfast, as I did not escape the shop until it was nearly noon. I might have gotten out slightly earlier, but I fell into conversation with the woman that runs the antiques section of the store (the gentleman that actually sells the books was not there). Somehow we got on the topic of recollecting old books one has had once and given up, and the necessity of finding the same copy with the same cover/illustrations/what have you to reclaim that thrill one had the very first time on discovering that particular book.
I am a happy man.
Purchased today:
Land and Sea Tales for Boys and Girls, Rudyard Kipling 1923 - A must have, of course, for reasons stated above.
The Thurber Carnival, James Thurber 1945 - I can't recall when I first came across Thurber, but his recollections have provided me with hours of amusement in the past and I no longer own any of his works.
The Haunted Bookshop, Christopher Morley 1919 - The title alone drew me in and would not let me go. I may give in and read this one first.
