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oyceterI have found that the general rule of the bookstore is: whenever I run out of patience and buy an out of print book online or elsewhere (without handy discount), a copy in about the same condition as the one I bought will invariably turn up two weeks later. Murphy's Law part 59. The book in question this time turned out to be Megan Chance's The Portrait.
A recent goldmine of a buy (imho) now means I have greedily borrowed five Hellboy books, of which I am happily reading now. The same buy also yielded many more graphic novels of which I will hopefully get my hands on. Another buy from a reviewer means I will soon be borrowing a book on math competitions (it looked like Spellbound), a book on rats and human society (not the new one about rats in Manhattan, although I want to read that one too), a rat care book (probably not much I don't really know, but pictures! Of cute fuzzy rats!), and probably a good deal of other stuff I can't remember.
They've completely pulled me off my sections at the bookstore, which is nice because now I don't feel like kicking everything in sight because the books won't fit. However, now I don't have enough to do. The boss says he might give me section 7 (humor, comics, role-playing, manga, games), which means I get first look at the graphic novels and manga. Whoo!
The boy makes fun of me when we talk about moving because I already want to get a new bookshelf. He says it'll just tempt me to buy more books. I, of course, think it's entirely practical. Besides, no such thing as too many books.
The really horrible thing about working at the bookstore is that it's starting to make me a book snob. Not in the sense of literary snob, but in the sense that I want shiny, hardcover, first editions of everything, along with a mass market paperback reading or lending copy. I've already succumbed and started buying signed things (Terri Windling and Ellen Datlow, hee), which will probably be worthless in the years to come, but I don't particularly care. I just like knowing that I have them.
We had a first edition of an Isaac Asimov pass through last week, albeit an ex-library one.
I'm still in the middle of the Riddle-Master Trilogy (middle being two-thirds through the last book). I'm also still in the middle of, oh, maybe eight other books. Sigh. I really should just stick with one book, but unless one of them catches me so that I stay up till four in the morning finishing, I tend to skip around. Sometimes one book I'm in the middle of doesn't suit the mood of the exact moment, and I have to dig out another one instead.
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I feel slightly better now -- rambling about books makes me feel more relaxed.
I'm kind of helping a friend with her thesis, and yesterday I was talking to my sister about her Japanese film paper. I miss academia. Came across an issue of the Journal of Asian Studies during work today, one of the journals I used to use for research, and it made me feel very nostalgic for the EAS department and Gest library in particular. Old-fashioned shelves with carved ornamentation, dark wood, heavy wooden tables with worn leather chairs -- so different from the utilitarian metal of Firestone (the main library). I miss the rows and rows of bound journals. So I thumbed through the issue, looked through the reviews (definitely one of my favorite parts), and found a review or two of books I thought I'd like to read, plus a review of a book I'd used for my thesis. I like it when my opinion is confirmed by people ^_^. I briefly wondered how much a subscription would cost. I used to go there to research -- thesis, obviously, and one professor used to make us look up articles on the weekly readings junior year to get us used to the library. I'd get so distracted and thumb through issues and look for reviewers I recognized. This one had the obituary for Marcus B. Jansen, the guy who wrote The Making of Modern Japan, which I just bought. Written by Colcutt, in our dept., who gave me my comps.
That plus helping out friend with her thesis made me miss college. I even fondly recalled the thesis writing experience, which means I have definitely gone insane.
A recent goldmine of a buy (imho) now means I have greedily borrowed five Hellboy books, of which I am happily reading now. The same buy also yielded many more graphic novels of which I will hopefully get my hands on. Another buy from a reviewer means I will soon be borrowing a book on math competitions (it looked like Spellbound), a book on rats and human society (not the new one about rats in Manhattan, although I want to read that one too), a rat care book (probably not much I don't really know, but pictures! Of cute fuzzy rats!), and probably a good deal of other stuff I can't remember.
They've completely pulled me off my sections at the bookstore, which is nice because now I don't feel like kicking everything in sight because the books won't fit. However, now I don't have enough to do. The boss says he might give me section 7 (humor, comics, role-playing, manga, games), which means I get first look at the graphic novels and manga. Whoo!
The boy makes fun of me when we talk about moving because I already want to get a new bookshelf. He says it'll just tempt me to buy more books. I, of course, think it's entirely practical. Besides, no such thing as too many books.
The really horrible thing about working at the bookstore is that it's starting to make me a book snob. Not in the sense of literary snob, but in the sense that I want shiny, hardcover, first editions of everything, along with a mass market paperback reading or lending copy. I've already succumbed and started buying signed things (Terri Windling and Ellen Datlow, hee), which will probably be worthless in the years to come, but I don't particularly care. I just like knowing that I have them.
We had a first edition of an Isaac Asimov pass through last week, albeit an ex-library one.
I'm still in the middle of the Riddle-Master Trilogy (middle being two-thirds through the last book). I'm also still in the middle of, oh, maybe eight other books. Sigh. I really should just stick with one book, but unless one of them catches me so that I stay up till four in the morning finishing, I tend to skip around. Sometimes one book I'm in the middle of doesn't suit the mood of the exact moment, and I have to dig out another one instead.
---
I feel slightly better now -- rambling about books makes me feel more relaxed.
I'm kind of helping a friend with her thesis, and yesterday I was talking to my sister about her Japanese film paper. I miss academia. Came across an issue of the Journal of Asian Studies during work today, one of the journals I used to use for research, and it made me feel very nostalgic for the EAS department and Gest library in particular. Old-fashioned shelves with carved ornamentation, dark wood, heavy wooden tables with worn leather chairs -- so different from the utilitarian metal of Firestone (the main library). I miss the rows and rows of bound journals. So I thumbed through the issue, looked through the reviews (definitely one of my favorite parts), and found a review or two of books I thought I'd like to read, plus a review of a book I'd used for my thesis. I like it when my opinion is confirmed by people ^_^. I briefly wondered how much a subscription would cost. I used to go there to research -- thesis, obviously, and one professor used to make us look up articles on the weekly readings junior year to get us used to the library. I'd get so distracted and thumb through issues and look for reviewers I recognized. This one had the obituary for Marcus B. Jansen, the guy who wrote The Making of Modern Japan, which I just bought. Written by Colcutt, in our dept., who gave me my comps.
That plus helping out friend with her thesis made me miss college. I even fondly recalled the thesis writing experience, which means I have definitely gone insane.
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Tue, May. 4th, 2004 11:20 pm (UTC)I guess that's how people end up going to grad school -- thesis writing suddenly assumes the glow of nostalgia and somehow looks enjoyable.