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I wanted to share some of my fun recent acquisitions.
I’m leaving my current job, and had a floating holiday that had to get used up, so I took it this past Monday. Most of the day was spent on laundry, but I also made my way to the local slightly-less-ghetto thrift store for Monday $1 Tag Days. Basically, anything with a certain color pricetag was marked down to $1. I go every so often for a treasure hunt beyond compare, usually leaving with large bags full of like-new designer-label clothes that just need a wash. What does this have to do with books, you ask? The answer is this:
It’s so tiny – a little larger than those backpack purses you see now and again – and worth about two cents with the two rubbed out, except that it is blue and orange and extremely happy to see me. The straps are so short that I can just barely sling it over my shoulder when they’re completely let out. It’s the perfect size for a couple books and a notepad, and just right for a good chuckle.
That evening I got home and found an oddly-sized parcel from my Random Amusing Gifts penpal. (She doesn’t know I’ve given it a title, but I think it’s high time. Although maybe I need to go back to the drawing board; “RAGpal” might have some unwanted connotations, no?) I opened it up and found three things of incredible beauty. The first (which I actually wouldn’t discover until the following day) was an unripe huckleberry. Don’t ask.
The second was this, hand-selected by my RAGpal and her very astute fella:
This is funny, because I’d been craving a new little palm-sized journal for jotting down thoughts re: Weekly Thingies and book reviews, but hadn’t found one that felt right. And then, voila! The perfect book arrived in the mail! It has orange endpapers and an expanding pocket in the back, too, and is absolutely the exact one I would have picked.
The third item was a package of tiny souvenir photographs from Hearst Castle, which was an unexpected treat as my husband has told me about its wonders many times, but I have never seen it. I just can’t get over the sheer excess of this place! Really beautiful. One day I’ll write the Great American Bestseller (which is, naturally, somewhat different than the Great American Novel) and build my own castle, don’t you think?
I’d like to point out that each of these photos is taken using my depressingly blank cubicle wall as a background. I have little plastic hooks; the backpack hung from one, and I slid the book and the photos over it so that they were suspended. Not bad, huh?
And finally, we’re about to have a health fair, so we’ve got pharmaceutical promotional items all over the place. I am now the proud owner of a really beautiful and terribly ridiculous blue pen. Are you ready for this? 🙂
The Book Fairy has been hanging around my house lately, waving her magic wand and making books appear in my mailbox. It’s like Christmas, only booky, and really hot outside! (Well, except for today, which is rainy.)
First, my Buddy Rabbit (hee hee, I came up with a new goofy nickname for you!) sent me Kelley Armstrong’s Stolen, the sequel to Bitten. I haven’t yet read the first one; at first I was holding off because I was fiddling around with a piece of werewolf fiction and didn’t want to taint myself, and then I got into a heavy work and school load and had to heavily curtail my pleasure reading. Anyway, I was so excited to get book #2 that I had to physically restrain myself from starting book #1.
Then, over the weekend, book #3 showed up. Broken, in which – the back cover reveals – the world’s only known female werewolf discovers she is pregnant. Buddy Rabbit, you are the devil herself! I don’t know how much longer I can resist the lure of this juicy trio of paperback goodness.:)
(Am I the only person who finds the cover art on the first two books really amusing? How much is that illustrator getting paid, anyway?)
Those who know and love me know that I’m a sucker for that particular vein of fantasy (currently quite popular, to my eternal downfall) that combines strong women, sexy mythologically-inspired costars, mystery, and humor – the Charlaine Harris/Katie MacAlister/Kelley Armstrong sort of books. Total crack – SO much fun, so (hypothetically) bad for me. And did you know that Katie has a blog? I haven’t yet figured out the first thing to say to her, but I love knowing that the person who created the devestatingly addictive Aisling Grey books is a real person with a (gasp) Livejournal. 🙂
The fun didn’t stop there. This morning as I was leaving for work, I noticed a nondescript manila envelope on the mantle, postmarked from Virginia. I promised myself I’d wait until my lunch break to open it, but my resolve proved weak. Jackie of TJBookArts (and the Book Arts Forum, which you should TOTALLY join if you make books or are interested in doing so) sent me a fascinating book: The Bookbinder in Eighteenth-Century Williamsburg: An Account of his Life & Times, & of his Craft. I can’t wait to sit down with it… it’s only 32 pages long, so it actually might get read before July. No promises, though – I’ve got seven weeks left in which to master educational psychology and classroom management… whoo hoo!
UPDATE: ::Squee!:: Did anyone around here know that Emma Bull had a blog? You did? And you didn’t tell me? Shame on you.