Brandeis book sale, part 4 (aren't you all sick of this by now?)

[mayhap]

Muah. I am now, like, swimming in books. I could actually do that, I think. Like Scrooge McDuck swimming in his vault of gold coins. It would be about as logistically probable.

As always, the sale was supposed to open at 10:00, but by 9:30 there were vultures with their boxes already twitching the sheets off the tables over the the feeble protests of the aged volunteers about fairness and such. Fortunately, I was there at 9:15, so no worries there. ;)

*sighs happily*

I miss my coercedbynutmeg. Here's hoping she gets herself some intarwebnet, soon.

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[mayhap]

There's always a surprising amount of good stuff left on box day, although the sci-fi section is always cleared out immediately. There must be people who are scooping it all up indiscriminately. ;)

Oh, let's see here. *pokes at box* Half a bushel of Nero Wolfe and Father Brown. Brendan Gill's book about 50 years at the New Yorker. Another copy of Lord Peter, which I apparently needed because it was a hardcover, and I suppose I could lend out the other. That book called Silver Nutmeg like my former LJ name, just because. Something on Rethinking the Museum--yay, museums. Roald Dahl, Switch Bitch. Both Angela's Ashes and 'Tis (there were like five copies of each, hee). Cause Celeb, an old British pre-Bridget Jones copy with an endorsement by Douglas Adams on the cover. The Hot Zone by Richard Preston, because clearly I need to be creeped out about hantavirus again. A book about the Media Lab at MIT, which my dad and my brother both started reading. And ... some other stuff. :D

My nose still amazingly lovely and clear, although oddly, I have the most splitting headache just now that doesn't seem to want to go away.