To the company that deducted money from my bank account with the helpful description BILLPAYING: Thank you. Because if it weren’t for the delay unraveling that sweet bowl of spaghetti, I wouldn’t have heard a distant bank teller ask, “What’s this book sale where you buy books for a dollar an inch?”
Excuse me? How did one of the High Holy Days–the opening hours of the book sale–so quickly become Passover? When did I get so busy that I missed the first sixteen hours of the annual university book sale?
Glumly, I considered not going. Surely all the good stuff was gone and I would have to root around in Judy Blume and Danielle Steel looking for a morsel. But lo! I remembered that my literary tastes are so far out of the mainstream that they are completely dry. Perhaps there were some unplucked treasures waiting for me.
Here, my friend, are my top five finds, books I snatched up as I breathed a prayer of thanksgiving.
Ever since watching Wit, I have wanted to get this book.
No man is an island…in this book.
Prayers, meditations, expostulations…in this book.
A sermon on the verse: And unto God the Lord belong the issues of death,
said to be Donne’s own funeral oration…in this book.
The Church Hymnal (1892) Episcopal
679 hymns + 211 canticles and Amens!!
I will spend hours at the piano, mining for gold.
The New Oxford Book of Christian Verse
Withdrawn from library with
completely blank Date Due sticker in back!
Poems from William Langland to Wendell Berry.
This book looks like gangs of fun.
The subtitle explains why I couldn’t resist.
Heat: An Amateur’s Adventures as Kitchen Slave, Line Cook, Pasta-Maker, and Apprentice to a Dante-Quoting Butcher in Tuscany
Well, well, well.
I can’t wipe the grin off my face.
…happy, contented sigh…