Today's happiness: The Village Book Fair. I'm so glad that I live in a village of book lovers, where the library has three branches, and the annual fundraiser is an event. It's always offers such great values, too. This year I got myself the story of Barack Obama's mother for just $2 and a paperback Lincoln biography for $1. I also got a half dozen mysteries to send to the troops for just $3. (I bet the postage will cost more than the books did!)
Another thing I enjoy about the book fair is seeing which book is so over. There's one every year -- the book my neighbors bought in big numbers and then decided, seemingly at all once, to discard.
In 2006, it was The Corrections.
In 2007, The Nanny Diaries.
In 2008, The Da Vinci Code.
In 2009, My Life by Bill Clinton.
In 2010, Scarlett, the Sequel to Margaret Mitchell's Gone with The Wind.
In 2011, The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood.
This year (drum roll, please) the dubious honor goes to Sixkill by Robert B. Parker. I saw six hardcover copies of it. (There would have been 7 if I hadn't ditched my own copy already. It's really not worth re-reading.)
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These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Yep, it sounds like people spend a lot of money on books they don't consider keepers. But they're reading, and probably discussing, and that's great!
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