Book acquisition

[truepenny]

From Tuesday, when I took ten bags of books to the used bookstore and returned with one.



Crispin, Edmund. Buried for Pleasure.
Dickey, James. Buckdancer's Choice.
Dickinson, Peter. Death of a Unicorn.
Funk, Allison. The Knot Garden.
Harris, Charlaine. Dead in Dixie.
Le Fanu, J. Sheridan. Green Tea and Other Ghost Stories.
Meinke, Peter. Liquid Paper: New and Selected Poems.
Millay, Edna St. Vincent. Collected Sonnets of Edna St. Vincent Millay.
Nash, Ogden. I'm a Stranger Here Myself.
---. Many Long Years Ago.
---. The Private Dining Room.
---. You Can't Get There from Here.
Rich, Adrienne. Diving into the Wreck.
Spires, Elizabeth. Worldling.
Stewart, Sean. The Night Watch.
Walker, Barbara G. The Secrets of the Tarot: Origins, History, and Symbolism.
Watson, Colin. Charity Ends at Home.

Comments

[copperwise.livejournal.com]

Ooooo. Nash and Millay. Yummy.

I need to go to Powell's today, I think.

[gwynnega]

Ooh, Millay's sonnets! That's a good one...

(Which reminds me, I loaned mine to a friend ages ago and need to get it back...)

[papersky.livejournal.com]

Oooh, Death of a Unicorn, my favourite example of first person unpleasant.

[oracne.livejournal.com]

[does THE NIGHT WATCH dance]

[carbonel]

Buckdancer's Choice

I'd never heard the phrase before, except in the Grateful Dead song "Uncle John's Band," where it was a meaningless collection of syllables. I assume one is related to the other, or both to some third presumably meaningful thing.