One of these books is not like the others, one of these books does not belong…I’m looking at you, Jane Gardam, all brand spankin’ new in a stack of charity shop purchases!
With the frequency of my book purchases -mostly from Oxfam- on the rise, my old adversary, The To-Read Stack of Total Devastation is making an alarming comeback, its latest incarnation growing a couple books every two to three weeks. It doesn’t help that besides Oxfam, there are a handful of other charity shops I pass on my way to and from the town center on Market Days. Oh, and let’s not forget Waterstones. Honestly, Gardam’s The Queen of the Tambourine is only the second book I’ve bought new since moving to England. Wait, do Kindle purchases count? Okay, I take it back, but all those ebooks were $5 and under!
I’m really stoked for that Penguin edition of Bram Stoker’s Dracula, because I’ve actually never read it! The closest I ever got was when I was a freshman in high school, and it was the Pendulum Press Illustrated Classic edition, followed by the tie-in novel for Francis Ford Coppola’s 1992 film adaptation. Since then, I’ve read other novels and short stories based on vampire lore; Anne Rice‘s The Vampire Chronicles, Joseph Sheridan Le Fenu’s Carmilla, the Vampire Hunter D series by Hideyuki Kikuchi, Tim Powers’s The Stress of her Regard. Let’s find out if the granddaddy vamp of them all will have a place on my shelf, eh?
Ahhh, Jane and Prudence. When I culled my bookshelf prior to the Big Move across the pond, my first copy of this book ended up in the Goodwill pile. It was my first Barbara Pym novel but at the time I thought it was just pleasant reading and not too memorable, so out it went. Ugh, what’s wrong with me?! More than seven months later, I’m lucky enough to find another used copy with a flashier cover at Oxfam, along with a Pym novel I haven’t read yet, Less Than Angels. Seriously, culling your bookshelf is a mind-f@%k that you shouldn’t undertake lightly.
Currently reading Here Be Dragons by Stella Gibbons; I’m on page seventy-five and I don’t know how long I can manage through when I’m utterly loathing one of the characters.