I had an errand in town this afternoon and decided to stop at the Book Basket which is a used book exchange. Our friend Joe mentioned he had seen there a copy of Barbara Kingsolver's "Animal, Vegetable, Miracle" which he considers required reading for anyone headed to live in Kentucky.
Someone else had bought the book, but [so I reasoned] I need to use my trade credits before I leave town and I remembered I had by-passed a paper-bound copy of "Lark Rise to Candleford" thinking that I didn't want to spend $10.00 for a paper-covered book.
Given the need to use my credits, it now seemed like a good choice.
The book wasn't on the shelf where it was displayed before Christmas. Crouching creakily on the floor to see the bottom tiers of a section labeled "Britain" I spied the familiar red spine. A hard cover copy and for only $6.00! Nearby was the intriguing "The English Year--A Personal Selection from Chambers' Book of Days."
These came home with me as well as two paperbacks---a mere novel and a book of essays by Canadian writer Sharon Butala.
I need absorbing reading to keep my mind off the perils of a house-hunting trek to Kentucky!
[And I transferred my remaining book trade credits to Joe.]
One of the photos and colored illustrations from the book.
There is a whole page at the back of the book giving, in tiny letters, credit for all the illustrations.
This is an abridged text, but a treasure to amplify my small paperback edition of the trilogy.
J. on his way to bed, has just stood gazing around this room of mine. I felt that the expression on his face was not a compliment to my hours of sorting and packing.
As he glanced about him in obvious astonishment, I barked, "And whatever are you looking at in such a dismal way?"
He shrugged. "How can you have filled so many boxes and have so much left to pack?"
"We will discuss that," I retorted loftily, "when you begin to sort and pack your stuff in the barn!"