Yesterday my family and I had another chance to visit Powell’s City of Books, which, as I raved last year, is the coolest bookstore you’ll ever get lost in. I naively assumed it would be fairly quiet in the middle of a Monday…that was a very, very wrong assumption. The place was absurdly busy – summer has not ended at Powell’s!
I felt kind of overwhelmed and exhausted after twenty minutes, so I didn’t really spend as much time as could have been spent, easily, looking at all the classics and polar exploration books (sigh). This was my list:
In the end, my timid heart decided not to spend a lot of money, so I got two Conrads and The Scarlet Letter, all three for under $10:
I don’t know how I possibly could have missed it, but The Scarlet Letter has some bad pen marks in the middle of the book. It was only $3.50, and though I love Hawthorne, there is a chance I’ll be underwhelmed. If I love it, I’ll get a clean copy; if not, I don’t have to keep it.
Under Western Eyes is one of my favorites, so I couldn’t resist it. And I’ve been meaning for the longest time to get Nostromo, because I find Conrad is best read in hard copy (I get kind of lost reading him in e-book form). They also had The Shadow-Line, which, if I had been feeling more energetic and spendy, I’m sure I would have bought as well…
And I almost bought Kierkegaard’s Works of Love, which I’d just got from the library and can hardly put down. It was a brand-new copy but had a tear in the cover, so happily(?) that decided it for me. 😉
So…I managed to make it in and out of Oregon with just three books and a Peach Green Tea Lemonade (with plenty of peach!). If I could get down to Powell’s more often, it’s be a different story, I’m sure.