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Mar. 22nd, 2009 02:20 pmI went to Lifeline this morning, with a friend. Lifeline is a second-hand book sale for charity and it occupies a big hall at the Showground and a small one for three days. I can't get there regularly, because - as I pointed out to the salesguy - if I buy even half as much as I bought today, catching 2 busses and walking a half mile is impossible.
It's not so good for specialist books, though I did pick up some stuff for the Medieval me and one very handy 1925 book on contemporary class systems in Europe. I also bought a bunch of maps and books for the teaching me. There is one group of books that are all young adult from the days when they were still called 'children's.' William Mayne, Patricia Wrightson - that sort of writer. Each year one school or another diminishes their library and each year I sorrow that kids at that school are missing out one great authors (and noting who is being sold - it's an interesting trend to watch, over time) and I rejoice that I get to own more and more books that I never could find in the shops when they were new.
Every time I get to Lifeline (maybe it's good that I can't get there twice a year, like everyone else) I pile up my YA next to my bed and spend my spare time working through it. I never allow myself more than a week, because I could forget work entirely with writers like William Mayne. Then the books join their mates on one of my shelves and I look at the shelf and contemplate what holes I have to fill, so I can keep my eyes open when I'm out and about.
This year I have one duplicate, quite intentionally. Someone will get it in a parcel during the year, probably. Once I extracted the duplicate, I found I had twenty-five books to read at once and nine for later on. This should get me some rest and cut down the physical pain I'm dealing with. I had a massively busy few weeks and will have a massively busy next few weeks. Now, though, I have some quiet and happy space.
It's not so good for specialist books, though I did pick up some stuff for the Medieval me and one very handy 1925 book on contemporary class systems in Europe. I also bought a bunch of maps and books for the teaching me. There is one group of books that are all young adult from the days when they were still called 'children's.' William Mayne, Patricia Wrightson - that sort of writer. Each year one school or another diminishes their library and each year I sorrow that kids at that school are missing out one great authors (and noting who is being sold - it's an interesting trend to watch, over time) and I rejoice that I get to own more and more books that I never could find in the shops when they were new.
Every time I get to Lifeline (maybe it's good that I can't get there twice a year, like everyone else) I pile up my YA next to my bed and spend my spare time working through it. I never allow myself more than a week, because I could forget work entirely with writers like William Mayne. Then the books join their mates on one of my shelves and I look at the shelf and contemplate what holes I have to fill, so I can keep my eyes open when I'm out and about.
This year I have one duplicate, quite intentionally. Someone will get it in a parcel during the year, probably. Once I extracted the duplicate, I found I had twenty-five books to read at once and nine for later on. This should get me some rest and cut down the physical pain I'm dealing with. I had a massively busy few weeks and will have a massively busy next few weeks. Now, though, I have some quiet and happy space.