Hard, hard times
Feb. 19th, 2012 05:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThings have come to a pretty pass, say I, when a man has to leave behind a book called Young Johnnie Bimbo. But alas. I'm not sure America is big enough. (It's a children's book, since you ask: by Malcolm Saville, some of whose books - though not this one - I certainly read and enjoyed, when I was little. Lord only knows how I came by this, though.)
Today has been all about everything. I packed all the books - yes, all of them - and then I finished my chapter, by which time there were many more books to pack. So I have been doing that. Slightly annoyingly, I keep finding hardcover editions of books I've already packed in paperback (and no, I am not unpacking a dozen boxes in order to locate and extract an individual paperback. I'd sooner take duplicates, and trade 'em in at Borderlands).
I am now tired of packing books, but I still have all the books to pack. How does this work, again? and how does this ever end? Call me Sisyphus; this house is hell, nor am I out of it. I used to dream of an endless supply of SF, but that was when I wanted to to spend my life of days just reading and there was never enough. Now I don't have time, I have a plethora. I keep finding books by authors of whom I swear I have never heard. Right now I'd kind of like to sit here and slurrup wine and start my next chapter, but no: I have to keep packing. I am being ruthless with myself, as someone has to be.
On the other hand, every now and then I find a book that surprises me in a cool way. I have a copy of Basilisk! Which was edited by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ellen_kushner and illustrated by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
terriwindling! So yay. Also, sometimes I pick up a book and look at it and think "Now why in the world do I - oh, wait. Am I in this?" And I check, and yes, I am.
[Also, I wonder how many copies of A Song for Arbonne the most diehard Kay fan - who would be me - actually needs? The man is my criterion, but even so. So far I have found three: all UK hardbacks, first edition. Um.]
Today has been all about everything. I packed all the books - yes, all of them - and then I finished my chapter, by which time there were many more books to pack. So I have been doing that. Slightly annoyingly, I keep finding hardcover editions of books I've already packed in paperback (and no, I am not unpacking a dozen boxes in order to locate and extract an individual paperback. I'd sooner take duplicates, and trade 'em in at Borderlands).
I am now tired of packing books, but I still have all the books to pack. How does this work, again? and how does this ever end? Call me Sisyphus; this house is hell, nor am I out of it. I used to dream of an endless supply of SF, but that was when I wanted to to spend my life of days just reading and there was never enough. Now I don't have time, I have a plethora. I keep finding books by authors of whom I swear I have never heard. Right now I'd kind of like to sit here and slurrup wine and start my next chapter, but no: I have to keep packing. I am being ruthless with myself, as someone has to be.
On the other hand, every now and then I find a book that surprises me in a cool way. I have a copy of Basilisk! Which was edited by
ellen_kushner and illustrated by terriwindling! So yay. Also, sometimes I pick up a book and look at it and think "Now why in the world do I - oh, wait. Am I in this?" And I check, and yes, I am.[Also, I wonder how many copies of A Song for Arbonne the most diehard Kay fan - who would be me - actually needs? The man is my criterion, but even so. So far I have found three: all UK hardbacks, first edition. Um.]