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.——->
Looks like a nice little haul has arrived. Time to return my Pinsky book! You hungry reader you.
michael
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.
chris
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.
rakkity
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.
chris
Looks like a nice little haul has arrived. Time to return my Pinsky book! You hungry reader you.
michael
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.
chris
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.
rakkity
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.