Friday, March 27, 2009
Whistling past the graveyard
We'll just pretend I never said anything about making it till May to buy books, okay? That lofty aspiration was made before everyone started listing their favorite Persephone titles and well before we found out L. will be sans job the end of next month. It'll be easier to face the Austerity Budget from Hell with well-stocked bookcases--or so I tell myself now, before trading in my Amazon certificates for shipments of oatmeal and peanut butter becomes downright appealing.
(Insert delicate shudder here)
Dorothy Whipple's Someone at a Distance
Emma Smith's The Far Cry
Rachel Ferguson's Alas, Poor Lady
Richmal Crompton's Family Roundabout
Vere Hodgson's Few Eggs and No Oranges
Andrew Crumey's Mobius Dick
Shale Aaron's Virtual Death
Thomas Mann's Doctor Faustus
Muriel Spark's All the Stories of Muriel Spark
George Gissing's Sleeping Fires
Gil Adamson's The Outlander
Hazel Rowley's Christina Stead
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