Wednesdays are the best! It's the day I spend lunch combing thrift stores for used books. Bad weather be damned.
Last week I found a copy of Nabokov's Speak, Memory, which I know I'm going to love because I've already read the first twenty or so pages and his writing is just so, I don't know, lovely? poetic? glorious? Whatever. It's wonderful and I want to read all the books.
And then I found a copy of Faulkner's Sanctuary, which goes with the set I've been collecting from Vintage International already consisting of As I Lay Dying and The Sound and The Fury. I actually have yet to read any William Faulkner but I've been told he is like Cormac McCarthy, who I love tremendously. Any Faulkner people out there? I know he often does the college rounds but somehow I missed out all those years ago.
I also picked up a copy of Unbearable Lightness by Portia de Rossi, another recovery memoir I've been looking to add to my ever-growing memoir collection. I have a weakness.
I also joined Twitter whose button you will find on the side bar . . .