Sunday at the library

Grey, mild, wet day,

perfect for a library visit,

which is what I had decided on,

last night.

Mom read,

The Hunger Games,

this week,


she wanted me to get her,

the second and third parts,

no luck,

every last one of the twelve copies,

were out!

I did find her some,

Scandinavian mysteries,

she likes those,

Swedish writer,

Kjell Erickson,

not too sure,

no longer my cup of tea.

I read too many mysteries,

in the last few years,

I find many of them brilliant,


more than a little thought provoking,


the macabre details of human ugliness,

has gotten to be,

too much for me.

I still enjoy Ian Rankin,

I’ve yet to read his latest Rebus, but, it is patiently waiting on my desk.

Considering what I have,

just ‘said’,

about macabre and human ugliness,

it’s odd that,

I should have become,

fascinated with World War I,

memoirs and novels,


last year’s readings,

Goodbye To All That,


All Quiet On The Western Front,

made me want to know more,

about WW I,

and reading Pat Barker’s Regeneration,

meant I had to read the,

next two parts of that trilogy.

Regeneration is a great novel,

moving, sparse, deep, haunting,

I read it a few months ago,


I still feel it’s effects.

They never seem to have,

The Eye In The Door and The Ghost Road,

when I go to the library,

Well, today,

they did!!!

So I took both out,

I hope I’ll have time to read them,

in the three weeks,

if not there is always,




In keeping with,

the WW I theme,

I also took out,

the first part of Siegfried Sassoon’s,

fictionalised memoirs,

Memoirs Of A Fox Hunting Man.

Sassoon is a ‘real life’,

soldier, poet, pacifist,

he is also,

a character in the Pat Barker series.

A unique kind of a fellow,

he interests me,

I need to know more.

These three books,

fit in well with my resolution,

to read better books,

not just in the broccoli sense,


quality fiction,

that brings you knowledge,


perhaps even,


into the human condition.

I’ll let you know what I think.

Have a good evening,

enjoy the Oscars.

Later girls,


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Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my very early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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