Well, my fears were unwarranted. The Victoria College Books Sale had more than enough books for me and the WOTS crew. And there's still more, and you can fill a box tomorrow morning for a tenner if you're interested. But I am finished. From the top left: Forever by Judy Blume, so my future-children can have naughty books around the house appropriate to their age group; Volume Two of Woolf's Diaries, as I've only read the last one so far; Penelope's Way by Blanche Howard, who I've wanted to read since her letters were published last Spring; Larry's Party by Carol Shields, which, though I can't believe it, I've never read; The Tree of Life by Fredelle Bruser Maynard; Rose Macaulay's The World my Wilderness; Breath, Eyes, Memory by Edwidge Danticat; another Penelope Lively-- Cleopatra's Sister; The Penguin Encyclopedia of Places from 1965, purchased for charm and not currency; At Home in the World by Joyce Maynard, whose sister has already demonstrated that Maynards write good books; Woolf's last novel Between the Acts; Look at Me by Anita Brookner; Dominick Dunne's Another City, Not My Own, as we love his books at our house; Lessing's The Golden Notebook even though Joan Didion doesn't like it; Lucky Jim by Kingsley Amis; two Graham Greenes-- The Heart of the Matter, which I've read, and Brighton Rock, which I haven't; Perfect Happiness by Penelope Lively; The Last Thing He Wanted by Joan Didion; Beach Music by Pat Conroy, which my mom, sister and I love together, and my previous copy I left in Japan.I am now, quite officially, overbooked.
