The first thing I do when I go "booksaling" is find the Classics/Literature section, elbowing and hip-checking pesky book retailers out of the way. But sometimes all this combat goes for naught; all the used book sales have are twelve different paperback editions of Tom Sawyer, editions that cannot take the place of my own hardcover, gilt-edged Readers Digest copy. Even then, though, book sales that lack adult literature aren't necessarily a bust. I always make a point to flip through the children's books.
Monday, June 22, 2015
Monday, June 15, 2015
With the coming of summer, Booksale Season is once again in full swing. Now,
If you give a Laura a booksale (especially when it's close by), she's going to want to go to it.
When she goes to it, she'll want to buy some books.
She'll buy some books.
She'll get them home and wash them, stack them like dominoes to dry, and
then she'll put them away.
When she goes to put them away, she'll realize
She has no room.
So she'll completely take apart her bookshelves in the vain attempt at "rearranging to somehow create more space."
She will probably fail.
When she fails, she will decide that she must read some of those history books that are so very thick and taking up so much room.
Which will leave her no choice but to read them.
She reads them.
Half of them she decides are worth keeping.
Fortunately the other half she puts in the very small, very sad Giveaway Pile.
Now that she has gotten rid of some books, she'll want to
When she's done rearranging, she'll find that she has some more space.
And when she has more space,
She'll need to go to a booksale to fill it.
It's a vicious cycle, really.
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Monday, June 8, 2015
My family knows me so well. For my birthday this year I received three books. Actually, for as long as I can remember, there has not been a gift-giving occasion (birthdays or Christmas) where I have not received at least one book. It's become a tradition, and I now insist on the giver inscribing my book with "To Laura from ____" and the date.
(This is also a good way of making sure that I don't get rid of the book in the midst of "weeding" my shelves to create more space. Not that this event is all that likely, anyway. After all, book storage is more necessary than having a bed, isn't it?)
One of those three was an autobiography I'd been eyeing for awhile now: Seams Unlikely: The Inspiring True Life Story of Nancy Zieman, written by Zieman with Marjorie L. Russell. I'm not a major biography reader, but I've seen the show Sewing with Nancy on our public television station for all my life...even before I wanted to watch it. When I was a child I thought it was boring, and it annoyed me that I had to share the TV with my mom on Saturdays, cutting into my valuable Looney Tune marathon. Now that I've adopted quilting as my hobby, Sewing with Nancy has become my "Saturday Morning Cartoons."
Monday, June 1, 2015
On the Vanity of Earthly Greatness
By Arthur Guiterman
The tusks that clashed in mighty brawls
Of mastadons, are billiard balls.
The sword of Charlemagne the Just
Is ferric oxide, known as rust.
The grizzly bear whose potent hug
Was feared by all, is now a rug.
Great Caesar’s dead and on the shelf,
And I don’t feel so well myself!