Oh sure (hi, I'm in Singapore right now...la la la the tagline that lasts forever...), there were ladies wandering the streets with a stack of plastic wrapped books (I mean to say, teh whole stack was plastic-wrapped as one, which puzzled me, as I don't think they were trying to sell the whole STACK). Mostly travel books, and not necessarily all in English, but....
Yeah the used bookstore was a block from my hotel. It was in the back of a travel agency. It had English and German and French and Chinese...
Hec, I've totally read small books! Just...very quickly. So quickly you may not have seen me read them. :)
I had a John Dunning moment yesterday. I was at the embassy, waiting for the consulate hours to start so I could pick up the baby's passport. There's not a lot of places to hang out and wait there, so I decided to go look at the lending library. I've pretty much completed the SF/Fantasy shelves and most of the fiction shelves, so I was desultorily looking at a non-fiction catch-all shelf.
And there, between a PJ O'Rouke and Martha Stewart's
Just Desserts
(which, ha!)...was
The Story of the Stone,
by Barry Hughart. The second Master Li book, nigh impossible to get these days. And it was in book club binding, which means it's been on the shelves here for 15 years, when the core of the library was laid in.
That's 2 plate-of-shrimp things between this board and my universe in the last week. I don't know what this means.
(I also found Bellairs'
The House with a Clock in its Walls
on the non-fiction shelf)
I also found Bellairs' The House with a Clock in its Walls on the non-fiction shelf
I just got shivers. That is one of the spookiest YA books I've ever read and thinking that it might be non-fiction gives me the wiggins.
(I know it's not but it's still a scary thought.)
Oooooh. The Face in the Frost is one of my all-time favorite novels. I'm going to have to start looking for this one.
Too cool!
Except, I could never live there. I'd be constantly poking holes in the walls to read things.
I'd be constantly poking holes in the walls to read things.
They're not actually books.
They're not actually books.
Which I was relieved to see, as I was starting to get very irate at the size of some of the "books" being incorporated into furniture. "A book that size has to be very, very old, and you're using it for furniture!?!?"
The chairs at the dining table were gorgeous. I liked the bed, too.
Loved the bed, but I love the design of that "screen" even more--what a brilliant idea, to have bookshelves on wheels with the ability to fold up! That would save me tons of room in my apartment.
