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More Books? Sure, Why Not.

This pile is Julie's fault.

Our favorite bookstore, Open Books, had a warehouse sale. This means they had a big room with books laid next to each other in absolutely no particular order, so you had to scan every single book. So it was like treasure hunting for books. That's just not safe.

I went in having just purchased a bunch of books at another sale, so I thought 'Well. I'll get maybe a couple, see if they have The Help, but let's not load ourselves down with even more books that will sit on the shelf for forever and a day, because, missy, you already over over 150 unread books on your shelves — oh, I've counted! — and this will only add to the problem.'

You can see from the picture on the left that I completely suck at everything.

We ended up going halfsies on a boxful for $30, so this pile cost me $15. Let's list them, shall we?

Death Comes for the Archbishop, Willa Cather
Reading Lolita in Tehran, Azar Nafisi
Anna Karenina, Tolstoy
The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency, Alexander McCall Smith
Holes, Louis Sachar
Daughter of Fortune, Isabel Allende
The Reader, Bernhard Schlink
Bridget Jones's Diary, Helen Fielding
The Spiral Staircase, Karen Armstrong
Up in the Air, Walter Kirn
The Adams Women, Paul Nagel
Testament of Youth, Vera Brittain
The Optimist's Daughter, Eudora Welty
1776, David McCullough

The only one I've already read is Bridget Jones, and I did quite enjoy it, but I gave my copy away, so yay new copy. Others have been either recommended, or I'm fond of their cover. *cough*DaughterofFortune*cough*

It's now time to continue my Doctor Who marathon, that has already had me weeping on my couch, crying "Sarah Jaaaaane!" and being generally over-invested in a tv show.

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