I hate October. It’s too pink.
It’s not October now.
Yes, yes, November. I know. The calendar says so, too.
Yeeesss … it does.
But I also have to say that October, this year anyway, turned out pretty well for me.
Why is that?
Well, I plucked $20.00 out of my wallet one morning and staggered home with close to 30 new books. In the pink, you might say.
That’s fantastic? How’d you manage that?
The Friends of the Library Book Sale, half a million books. Fight the crowds, with their bags, their boxes, their buckets, their big butting elbows. That’s how.
Here’s a partial list – the above photo’s just for decoration:
The Elements of Eloquence: Secrets of the Perfect Turn of Phrase (Mark Forsyth)
The Way of the Storyteller (Ruth Larson)
Rules for the Dance: A Handbook for Writing and Reading Metrical Verse (Mary Oliver)
Girl in a Library: On Women Writers & the Writing Life (Kelly Cherry)
Feasting the Heart (Reynolds Price)
Quarrel & Quandary: Essays (Cynthia Ozick)
A Scream Goes Through the House: What Literature Teaches Us About Life (Arnold Weinstein)
Artful (Ali Smith)
Seven Notebooks: Poems (Campbell McGrath)
Lots more, but I wore out my fingers typing those.
Those sound terrific. You’ll be busy.