gloat: books!
Mar. 20th, 2003 02:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
truepennyI love used bookstores. I can spend $20 and get six books.
Bill Watterson, The Calvin and Hobbes Lazy Sunday Book, because I have completist tendencies.
George Booth, Pussycats Need Love, Too. I love George Booth and there are so few collections of his work, and they're all out of print, damn it all. But now I own all four of them. *happy book-geek dance*
M. R. James, Ghost Stories of an Antiquary. My Wordsworth Classics edition of M. R. James is literally falling to pieces (it looks rather like the sort of book one would find in a M. R. James story, come to think of it), and I cannot afford Ash-Tree Press's beautiful complete M. R. James, A Pleasing Terror. So $2 for the Dover reprint of GSoaA is a reasonable compromise, and means that at least I can read "Whistle and I'll Come to You, My Lad," without fearing that some pages of "Number 13" will be lost forever.
Martha C. Lawrence, Murder in Scorpio. Parapsychologist detective. We'll see how it goes.
Laurie R. King, The Beekeeper's Apprentice. See Lawrence above, replacing "parapsychologist detective" with "Sherlock Holmes pastiche featuring feminist narrator."
Sarah Smith, The Vanished Child. People keep saying she's fantastic; this is the one the bookstore had.
I'll report back with impressions, if not full-scale analyses.
Still working on The Grey King. I have a love/hate relationship with that book; it's brilliant, but it's also so extremely painfully sad that I have a hard time reading it. But I won't abandon the series analysis in midstream. (Besides, I really want to talk about Silver on the Tree)
Am now going to go hide from the sunlight with my new treasures. As The Onion (who, btw, have some pleasingly scathing things to say about the new Stephen King movie, Dreamcatcher) once put it: The Yellow Face, it burns us. Stay in a dark cave and guard your precious.
Bill Watterson, The Calvin and Hobbes Lazy Sunday Book, because I have completist tendencies.
George Booth, Pussycats Need Love, Too. I love George Booth and there are so few collections of his work, and they're all out of print, damn it all. But now I own all four of them. *happy book-geek dance*
M. R. James, Ghost Stories of an Antiquary. My Wordsworth Classics edition of M. R. James is literally falling to pieces (it looks rather like the sort of book one would find in a M. R. James story, come to think of it), and I cannot afford Ash-Tree Press's beautiful complete M. R. James, A Pleasing Terror. So $2 for the Dover reprint of GSoaA is a reasonable compromise, and means that at least I can read "Whistle and I'll Come to You, My Lad," without fearing that some pages of "Number 13" will be lost forever.
Martha C. Lawrence, Murder in Scorpio. Parapsychologist detective. We'll see how it goes.
Laurie R. King, The Beekeeper's Apprentice. See Lawrence above, replacing "parapsychologist detective" with "Sherlock Holmes pastiche featuring feminist narrator."
Sarah Smith, The Vanished Child. People keep saying she's fantastic; this is the one the bookstore had.
I'll report back with impressions, if not full-scale analyses.
Still working on The Grey King. I have a love/hate relationship with that book; it's brilliant, but it's also so extremely painfully sad that I have a hard time reading it. But I won't abandon the series analysis in midstream. (Besides, I really want to talk about Silver on the Tree)
Am now going to go hide from the sunlight with my new treasures. As The Onion (who, btw, have some pleasingly scathing things to say about the new Stephen King movie, Dreamcatcher) once put it: The Yellow Face, it burns us. Stay in a dark cave and guard your precious.
