Friday, July 13, 2007
Tom hit a library sale yesterday and this was his take for me.
Now that we have a kid, library sales are our book-gathering method of choice. There's a lot more bang for your buck there, and, let's face it, with a few exceptions, children's literature is a fleeting thing, captured and consumed.
I give him vague directions ("Oh, anything gardening, I guess") and he usually nabs something that contains a few gems, a few pearls of wisdom. The Gourmet mags were a fluke. They are from the 1950s, and, without exaggeration, a good 25% of the pages are liquor ads! All of a sudden, all those John Cheever stories make complete sense. I can just imagine Pauline Hausfrau setting her ruffled apron afire while making crepes Suzette, fortified, as she was, by all those cocktails.
The gardening books are always fun reads, especially old issues of Organic Gardening. I usually can glean some earthen tidbits from all of these books. And, if not, our own library sale is in about a month, so we can recycle the duds.