.gif) Thanks once again to Reading Local and its monthly readers' participation contest, I have several new books to list for Mailbox Monday.
I used my contest winnings at Hawthorne Boulevard Books, a bibliophile's paradise. Rambling through several rooms of an old house, the store sells used, antique, and collector's editions.  The charming owners were helpful and chatty I poked my way through the extensive literature section, master list in hand.
I finally settled on:
Death Comes for the Archbishop by Willa Cather (a pristine 1985 Modern Library edition to replace the one I read and gave to my sister)
Thanks once again to Reading Local and its monthly readers' participation contest, I have several new books to list for Mailbox Monday.
I used my contest winnings at Hawthorne Boulevard Books, a bibliophile's paradise. Rambling through several rooms of an old house, the store sells used, antique, and collector's editions.  The charming owners were helpful and chatty I poked my way through the extensive literature section, master list in hand.
I finally settled on:
Death Comes for the Archbishop by Willa Cather (a pristine 1985 Modern Library edition to replace the one I read and gave to my sister)
Monday, November 2, 2009
Mailbox Monday
.gif) Thanks once again to Reading Local and its monthly readers' participation contest, I have several new books to list for Mailbox Monday.
I used my contest winnings at Hawthorne Boulevard Books, a bibliophile's paradise. Rambling through several rooms of an old house, the store sells used, antique, and collector's editions.  The charming owners were helpful and chatty I poked my way through the extensive literature section, master list in hand.
I finally settled on:
Death Comes for the Archbishop by Willa Cather (a pristine 1985 Modern Library edition to replace the one I read and gave to my sister)
Thanks once again to Reading Local and its monthly readers' participation contest, I have several new books to list for Mailbox Monday.
I used my contest winnings at Hawthorne Boulevard Books, a bibliophile's paradise. Rambling through several rooms of an old house, the store sells used, antique, and collector's editions.  The charming owners were helpful and chatty I poked my way through the extensive literature section, master list in hand.
I finally settled on:
Death Comes for the Archbishop by Willa Cather (a pristine 1985 Modern Library edition to replace the one I read and gave to my sister)
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