Loot!

I popped over to the library today to pick up a hold - Musicophilia, by Oliver Sacks, and at some point I need to write about his The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat, which I read earlier this week.

And it turned out they were having a book sale! So I nabbed copies of Jeannette Walls' The Glass Castle (a classic in the genre of "memoirs about bizarre and terrible childhoods") and Dorothy Sayers' Strong Poison, which, if I am not mistaken, is the first of the Peter Wimsey mysteries to feature Harriet Vane.

Don't get too excited. Given my general pattern with boughten books, it will probably lie on my shelves for six months before I get to it. I still haven't read Eva Ibbotson's The Star of Kazan, which I bought at a Goodwill before I even moved away from Bloomington, which was - my God - nearly a year ago now.

You know, it's been a while since I've read an Ibbotson. Maybe I should read this one once I've finished The Gulag Archipelago. I think it will be a nice antidote.