I had a book adventure this morning. Wilhelm dropped me at Auntie’s Bookstore on his way to work out at the gym and I had an hour and a half to browse. What a fine bookstore Auntie’s is! They sell used books as well as new ones, so they have a deep inventory, and they sensibly shelve new and used, mass market, trade paper, and cloth cover books all together, which although it takes up a lot of shelf space, makes it easy for the browser to find what he's looking for.
I want to announce up front that I am a rabid fan of Julian Barnes. And so I bought his new book, ARTHUR & GEORGE (2005), and I don't care what the NY Times had to say about it. This is the novel based on a true story about Arthur Conan Doyle and George Edalji, a half-Indian man convicted and jailed in a miscarriage of justice based on racial prejudice. Edalji appealed to Sir Arthur who set out to clear his name. Ripping stuff.
I found on sale a map of Atlanta, which will be helpful as I read about MLK and WHERE PEACHTREE MEETS SWEET AUBURN, and will be needed when we visit Atlanta in the fall.
I confess I also bought a comic book, SPOKANE COUNTRY: The Way It Was (nd), by Ivan Munk. My excuse is that my mother wouldn’t allow us to read comic books when I was a girl and so they retain the appeal of the illicit, which in this case I found impossible to resist.
My non-trollope online group has been talking about Josephine Tey so I decided to buy her two mysteries that I did not already own: THE FRANCHISE AFFAIR (1948) and THE SINGING SANDS (1952.)
Dave mentioned the Alexander McCall Smith Botswana novels a while back. Since I enjoyed them so very much I decided to read Smith’s Scotland mysteries, starting with THE SUNDAY PHILOSOPHY CLUB (2004.)