Today though, the morning began perfectly with an early present. My husband took me out to my favorite coffee house to enjoy a latte and a pumpkin scone. Heaven!
Even better, I made a trip to the library to do some research for a story I’m writing inspired by The Power of Myth by Joseph Campbell.
Of course, I can’t walk straight through to the tables in the back; I have to take that circuitous route which takes me by the used book store. I admit it. I have no will power. None. Plus, I thought I would treat myself to a few more early presents.
Not much of a selection after their warehouse sale being held a couple of weeks ago, but I wasn’t surprised. Nor should I have been shopping for more books as I bought eleven at said sale. But I digress.
Somehow, even after being picked through, they still managed to have several books that caught my eye (and emptied my wallet):
Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel García Márquez
I’d originally been introduced to this author through the movie adapted from this novel. I had tried to avoid seeing the film as I didn’t want to be influenced one way or the other regarding the book; however I was too intrigued after hearing so much about it and finally relented. The film was better than I expected and after glancing through the novel I can see that I was concerned for nothing. (I already have One Hundred Years of Solitude on my shelf, but I plan on reading this one first.)
The Goose Girl by Shannon Hale
I haven’t read much young adult or fantasy and feel lucky to have come across two in one book. I’m thinking this will be a fun read. I can’t wait to find out if I’m right. And no, I’m unfamiliar with the Grimms’ fairy tale this is based on, but I find that may make it easier to read since I won’t be constantly trying to compare them to each other.
Slammerkin by Emma Donoghue
I wasn’t sure about his one at first, but I love historical fiction and after reading that the story is based on a true one, a violent one, and one where the actual motive remains unknown, well…it was just too good to pass up. So I didn’t.
The Zookeeper’s Wife by Diane Ackerman
Very rarely do I ever peruse the non-fiction section, yet I did today on a whim — not that I don’t like non-fiction, I simply don’t come across too many that compel me to get them. There are many stories related to this particular subject matter (the hiding of Jews during WWII), but this is one so unique and well told that I had to pull it out and buy it.
A Field of Darkness by Cornelia Read
All the books above were ones I’ve heard about. This one is completely new to me. That and I don’t seem to read enough mystery’s anymore. After reading the opening paragraph, I felt that this book would be a good book to easy me back into the genre:
There are people who can be happy anywhere. I am not one of them. When the house on the next street went up in flames for the second night in a row, I wondered again what the hell I was doing in Syracuse.
What a way to hook a reader, especially this one!
As I recently lamented on twitter, “My poor, groaning, sagging, suffering TBR shelves.” Let’s hope by the end of the year there will be a lot less sagging.
I wish I could say the same for a few parts of my body. I really think that after one reaches a certain age, mirrors mounted below the waistline on any wall should be banned, or at least moved up several (or more) inches.
Just a thought.