I declared an embargo on book-buying after I inadvertently joined the Folio Society.
Was I hypnotized by an article in The Guardian about the new complete edition of Anthony Trollope’s The Duke’s Children? (Memo to self: Stop reading book pages.)
I am a mad Trollope fan and so I ordered the book.
I prefer paperbacks, but who knows whether this will appear in a Penguin?
And so I’ll buy no more books this year, or possibly ever.
I will never go into a bookstore again.
I will read only books from my own shelves.
I will only buy books from the Planned Parenthood Book Sale.
Do I sound like a Cathy Guisewite cartoon?
I have been pretty good lately.
But today…well… something happened
Everything at Half Price Books was 40% off.
People love their Half Price Books. It is a chain, but it does have some wonderful books. I almost bought a nice hardcover Penguin of Evelyn Waugh’s A Little Learning, but realized I didn’t particularly want to read his autobiography.
But I did buy a couple of books.
First, Francine Lewis’s Polly French and the Surprising Stranger,
I couldn’t resist this vintage kitsch, one of those Whitman books we used to buy at the grocery store for 59 cents. (Trixie Belden, Little Women, Heidi…all introduced to me by Whitman editions.) Francine Lewis was a pseudonym for Helen Wells, who wrote the first Cherry Ames books.Polly is the vice-president of the G.O., whatever that may be, and the visiting stranger is an exchange student named Lita. Is this a mystery? I’ll find out.
My Ibsen fell apart (it was a frail paperback from my Drama in Western Culture class of many years ago). I have been wanting to reread The Doll’s House.
And then I got home and there were two Rumer Godden books from Amazon (I only paid a penny plus postage: $3.99 each!).
A friend recommended Godden’s The Peacock Spring.
Here’s the descriptions:
“Una and her younger sister Hal have been abruptly summoned to live in New Delhi by their diplomat father Sir Edward Gwithiam. From the first meeting with their new tutor and companion, the beautiful Eurasian Alix Lamont, Una senses a hidden motive to their presence. But through the pain of the months to come, the poetry and logic of India do not leave Una untouched. And it begins with the feather, a promise of something genuine and precious . . .”
Goodreads reviewers are very tough on this one, but who knows?
And so quite a satisfying bookish day.
And now I will never buy another book again…