Wednesday, May 25, 2011


For my bookstore job, I don't often actually work in the bookstore. On the one hand, this is slightly sad. I adore bookstores, and working inside them gives you an unfair advantage when it comes to knowing the terrain. On another hand, I imagine it's a good thing that I don't visit my particular box/cubbyhole at the bookstore very often. It is frequently full of books, review copies both old and new, that might or might not be something I'd pick up of my own accord. I bring them all home, of course, and then feel guilty as they pile up around me.

I brought these home today. The Chabon I bought (I've been meaning to read The Yiddish Policeman's Union ever since I finished Kavalier & Clay), but the rest are blind dates.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I'm such a book geek. Those all (based on the covers alone) are gorgeous. I really like the one for WHEN WE DANCED ON WATER. When you read that, I'm curious to know how it is. One can never have too many books. *grin*