I made a pre-emptive strike to the library this weekend.I always seem to run out of reading material when it’s closed. And yes, I know I could download a book to my iPad – and have – but I greatly prefer holding an actual text in my hands and turning pages.
Happily, I snagged another Elly Griffiths (archeology professor who assists police), an Ann Cleeves (Shetland series) I hope I haven’t already read, and someone new for me, Julia Glass. Our town library is pretty small, so finding something new is a bonus.
I shouldn’t say that, though. New books are arriving all the time. There seems to be an ongoing campaign to rid the shelves of books that have sat there awhile in order to bring in the new. Unfortunately, this means that I doubt if I’ll ever find again a Dorothy Sayers, Margery Allingham, or Elmore Leonard. It also means that even though I was asked to contribute two mysteries I’ve written, I no longer see them on the shelves either.
On my way out I happened to stop by their shelf of discarded books for sale. I shouldn’t have; I’ve vowed to no longer buy books. But I couldn’t resist – 50cents! – a book by Alexander McCall Smith, he of the No.1 Ladies Detective Agency series. This one is a different series, the Isabel Dalhousie series, about an editor of a philosophy journal. If you want faced-paced reading, with no meandering reflections, this is not the series for you.
A nameplate had been torn from the front of the book; it must have been a donation to the recent book sale. Given my library’s penchant for purges, I figured I’d be unlikely to find it among the regular offerings.