|Trotwood and stash #1.|
Yesterday was wonderful! And, as you can see by the title of my post, it's not quite over: because, very sadly, this is the last year of the book stall, there will be one on Monday as well, which I am of course making a point of going to.
As ever, I went a few times because the books are constantly refreshed - it makes sense to go every few hours to find the new books. On Monday, it'll be like going to an entirely new book stall. And it was a grand day for the fair - a little chilly at first, but the sun came out, and I think a good time was had by all.
So, then, the books:
- To Let, by John Galsworthy. I am quite interested in reading the Forsyte saga, and To Let is the final one. I think it's best to buy these books as I find them with a view to reading them perhaps next year or the year after, whenever I have managed to find them all, or at least the first few in order.
- The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux. I know nothing of this story, and I haven't even seen the musical.
- Swallowdale by Arthur Ransome. I loved Swallows and Amazons so much, and this is the sequel. I saw it a few months ago and decided not to buy it and have regretted it ever since!
- Rameau's Nephew / d'Alembert's Dream by Denis Diderot. I have The Nun, and have been meaning to read it for years. If I love it, doesn't it make sense to have another Diderot for when I've finished?
- The Master of Ballantrae by Robert Louis Stevenson. Sandy said he liked it, and as I liked Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, it seemed wise to get it.
- His Dark Materials trilogy: Northern Lights, The Subtle Knife, and The Amber Spyglass by Philip Pullman. Honestly, to say I have "no enthusiasm" for this would involve using the word "enthusiasm", and there quite literally is none of that. But, it's on my '100 Greatest' List. Besides, I didn't want to read The Da Vinci Code either, but I liked that one, so there's hope, there's always hope.
- Father and Son by Edmund Gosse. Just because.
- The Longest Journey by E. M. Forster. I loved Howards End, so I'm looking forward to this, however I gather it's not his strongest. Anyone read it?
- Amsterdam by Ian McEwan. I need to stop buying books by Ian McEwan, and I can't explain why I do. So far, I've only read The Cement Garden, which to be fair I liked as far as I can remember, but I went on to buy Atonement, Enduring Love, On Chesil Beach, and The Comfort of Strangers. It's becoming habit now. Perhaps when I've finished Charles Dickens major novels I should focus on McEwan!
- Britannicus, Phaedra, Athaliah by Jean Racine. Just because.
- Trollope: An Autobiography. Because I'm loving Trollope (appropriate point to mention: I'm currently reading The Warden, and because of life getting in the way it's taken me three, maybe four days to get to page 40. Hopefully I'll read a good chunk of it tonight!).
- The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad. I hated Heart of Darkness, so this is Conrad's second chance!
- Carmen and other stories by Propser Mérimée. Just because.
- The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain. Must admit, I didn't like The Adventures of Tom Sawyer so much, however I hear a lot of people tend to prefer this one.
- Arthur and George by Julian Barnes. I liked Flaubert's Parrot, and I especially liked The Sense of an Ending (my last book of 2011), so I'm looking forward to this. It's a nice edition as well - clothbound Jonathon Cape.
As for tonight - I have a few comments I need to reply to on my blog, and I really want to finish my Brontes post, but right now I must have a bath - half way through this I had to pop outside to put something in the bin and I got attacked by midgies. Skin is crawling! Worst thing about summer is the midgies!