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Watertown had a library booksale this weekend, from Friday afternoon through Sunday. They’re going to be redoing the main library soon, so all sorts of fittings and furniture were available too (no card catalogs, alas).
I had a hard time limit, since I went over before Shabbat. This was a good thing; the sale was huge; I would have to limit myself to particular interests. The books were only partially organized; there was a lot of SF in with the kid books, and I found other SF in two other places. It was frustrating, but also led to some serendipitous finds, which is the point of a booksale, after all. I also kept reminding myself that I didn’t need to ‘rescue’ copies of favorite books, to have lending copies or extras to give to whoever needed it. Really, I don’t have to do that. Much.
In the end, I bought: a picture book about a chef in 1800s France, a book about life in space (with some cool color photos), a collection of Miss Marple stories, an anthology of fairy tales written by SF writers (illustrated), a collection of Jane Yolen stories, a book about the IgNobels, a compilation of exemplary travel writing, and a Mark Twain book (Roughing It) that I’d not heard of before. And I think I’m forgetting something else [edit: Ender's Game, which I didn't have a copy of before]. Considering how much I like longer fiction, a surprising percentage of this is short pieces.
I had a hard time limit, since I went over before Shabbat. This was a good thing; the sale was huge; I would have to limit myself to particular interests. The books were only partially organized; there was a lot of SF in with the kid books, and I found other SF in two other places. It was frustrating, but also led to some serendipitous finds, which is the point of a booksale, after all. I also kept reminding myself that I didn’t need to ‘rescue’ copies of favorite books, to have lending copies or extras to give to whoever needed it. Really, I don’t have to do that. Much.
In the end, I bought: a picture book about a chef in 1800s France, a book about life in space (with some cool color photos), a collection of Miss Marple stories, an anthology of fairy tales written by SF writers (illustrated), a collection of Jane Yolen stories, a book about the IgNobels, a compilation of exemplary travel writing, and a Mark Twain book (Roughing It) that I’d not heard of before. And I think I’m forgetting something else [edit: Ender's Game, which I didn't have a copy of before]. Considering how much I like longer fiction, a surprising percentage of this is short pieces.