The books from the burro train arrived today at the Miller black hole depository. Normally, this could be found written inside ever cover, but would you lookey here.——->
Your David Sedaris book may have been the first IÃve ever returned – not at gun point. Your friend Andy wanted to lend me a book, but was wise enough to first ask if IÃd return it (heÃd had a previous bitter experience). I told him no so he left the book on his shelf.
My friend Andy ‘lent’ me the book “Raising Boys” when Matthew was an infant! I can’t remember if I read it or not. But I’ll be sure to give it back to him now.
So where’s the Michael Connelly book? Our mailbox was empty when we came home today from N’awlins, the humidity-jazz-gator center of North America.
(Wish I had some CDs of the Presentation Hall Jazz Band sets we heard there.) But getting ready for another 10-day trip this weekend, having Nina KT return home Wed. on Beth’s birthday, and Hermana Kathy arriving the next day, I don’t even have time to read anything, let alone a M.C. thriller.
Blogposting those cryptic messages found on the flyleafs of old loaned books shouldn’t assuage any of the guilt you may feel iceing those volumes in the MBHD. But I am eager to hear your take on
Bernard. If you like his style, I’ll send some of his bloodiest historical novels.
Looks like a nice little haul has arrived. Time to return my Pinsky book! You hungry reader you.
Comment by chris — May 25, 2005 @ 10:10 pm
Your David Sedaris book may have been the first IÃve ever returned – not at gun point. Your friend Andy wanted to lend me a book, but was wise enough to first ask if IÃd return it (heÃd had a previous bitter experience). I told him no so he left the book on his shelf.
Comment by michael — May 26, 2005 @ 6:49 am
My friend Andy ‘lent’ me the book “Raising Boys” when Matthew was an infant! I can’t remember if I read it or not. But I’ll be sure to give it back to him now.
Comment by chris — May 26, 2005 @ 7:36 am
So where’s the Michael Connelly book? Our mailbox was empty when we came home today from N’awlins, the humidity-jazz-gator center of North America.
(Wish I had some CDs of the Presentation Hall Jazz Band sets we heard there.) But getting ready for another 10-day trip this weekend, having Nina KT return home Wed. on Beth’s birthday, and Hermana Kathy arriving the next day, I don’t even have time to read anything, let alone a M.C. thriller.
Blogposting those cryptic messages found on the flyleafs of old loaned books shouldn’t assuage any of the guilt you may feel iceing those volumes in the MBHD. But I am eager to hear your take on
Bernard. If you like his style, I’ll send some of his bloodiest historical novels.
Comment by rakkity — May 30, 2005 @ 10:24 pm