The Thrill of the Hunt

Yesterday, I made the pilgrimage to the library book sale (okay, so the library's only two miles away, tops). But since books are the topic, in my mind, it was a noble journey. Volunteers crammed numerous cardboard boxes of books into one not-so-spacious room, and placed the boxes upon folding tables and below them. There was some semblance of organization...although most tables were just labeled Fiction. There were considerably fewer tables labeled Sci-Fi, Mystery, and Romance (and Classics, Women's Studies, and Self Help etc.). And if there were YA novels to be found, they were amid the disarray of Children's Books (however, a few copies of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants series found their way into the general Fiction boxes, for some reason). Although the process of sifting through the books was arduous and a bit dizzying, it was enjoyable being around fellow book-lovers on the prowl for their New Favorite Novel or Great Summer Read. Ultimately, I came away with four finds...though the sale runs through Saturday, so there is a possibility I might make the journey once again.

The treasure:

Clockwise, 1. New York Days, by Willie Morris. 2. The Love of Stones, by Tobias Hill. 3. Three Junes, by Julia Glass. 4. Ghost Light, by Frank Rich.