Cleaning house

I have determined to thin out the library a bit, rereading the Maigrets and sending them off to Bookaholic. I know Simenon was quite a change from the popular Christies of the era, but neither the plots, or characters really seem to want me to revisit them. It is a bit better to visualize Paris, having my own memories of last fall, but still, it is hard even to know what decade they depict without looking at the copyright.

Now that the studio is almost ready to move back into, my poor homeless books can be pulled off the floors of the other rooms. Maybe even new bookshelves! Maybe.

One of these days I may even coordinate my wish lists, both written and virtual (Powells, Amazon, and more temporary and spontaneous, Hamilton and Daedalus.)

I am looking forward to the fall sale at Borders. It is not as not much fun without A but it is still a good reason to splurge.

And speaking of splurges, I sprang for an ipod and subscription to audible.com. I am trying to be very selective and pick books that I probably would not read. It is a bit hard to describe, a good listen is subtly different from a good read, especially one that you might want to go back and revisit. I started with Jeanette Walls's The Glass Castle. Parts of it just make my hair stand on end (oh, wait, it already does stand on end) - two parents who were so supremely self-centered, and negligent, yet instilled values that (I think) enabled their children to survive and become mature, reasonably sane productive adults. (Thank you, Sonja for the recommendation)