A Year of Pleasures, by Elizabeth Berg. There were three used books by Elizabeth Berg. I live in a relatively small town, so when I see a collection of books at Village Lights, I can’t help but wonder who brought them in. Surely it’s someone I know, I think to myself. I’ve never read anything by Berg, I don’t think, but I liked the idea of finding “pleasure in simple daily routines.”
Quite a Year for Plums, by Bailey White. My husband suggested this. He hadn’t seen the stack I had already accumulated. I think he suggested it because it has food in the title and seems to be set in a small, Southern town full of quirky people. That’s about my style.
The Winter Queen, by Boris Akunin. Another stack of Erast Fandorin mysteries. Who in Madison is a Boris Akunin fan? I want to know. I love mysteries that take me to different places and times, so I thought I’d try nineteenth century Moscow.
Waiting, by Ha Jin. I don’t know. I just liked the cover and the first line…”Every summer Lin Kong returned to Goose Village to divorce his wife, Shuyu.” And it won the National Book Award. And was only $5. I’m always amazed at all the books out there I’ve never heard of.
How to Be Good, by Nick Hornby. So part of distilling my shelves to only the books I most love is acquiring the ones which I don’t own because I borrowed them or checked them out of the library. How to Be Good is my favorite Nick Hornby so far. I love that he takes a very serious question, one of the questions which for me forms a the nexus of a whole series of neuroses, and gives it a treatment that is both funny and real. Nick Hornby at his best…funny and real. I think I’ll have to read this again soon.