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[stoutfellow]

To lighten my mood, I made the promised trip to Piece of Mind. Since my Amazon raid on Saturday netted no fiction, I decided to restrict my purchases this time to nothing but. I bought:

• Fool Moon, by Jim Butcher, the second of the Dresden Files books.


• High Five, by Janet Evanovich - yet more Stephanie Plum.


• The Big Over Easy, by Jasper Fforde: I've enjoyed the Thursday Next books, so I thought I'd try his other series.


• A thick volume of poetry by Robert Browning. (I already have one such, but I ask you: how can you title your book The Works of Browning and not include "Rabbi Ben Ezra"?) (I made sure that this one did have it.)


• Cyrano de Bergerac, complete with a DVD of the 1950 film (which I already have on tape, but what the heck).


• CateGorey, by - guess! (I love his drawings, and I don't have anywhere near enough of them.)

Some people eat ice cream. I buy books. It works.

Comments

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

Some people eat ice cream. I buy books.

You say this as if the two were somehow mutually exclusive and new book + pint of Häagen Dazs ≠ HEAVEN ON EARTH.

[stoutfellow.livejournal.com]

Eating ice cream and buying books are mutually exclusive, unless your booksellers are unusually tolerant.