BTT: Something Old, Something New

The question was:


All other things being equal–do you prefer used books? Or new books? (The physical speciman, that is, not the title.) Does your preference differentiate between a standard kind of used book, and a pristine, leather-bound copy?


I have often discussed my affinity for used book stores.   Half Price Books, library book sales and my own library’s used book operation are frequent haunts.


I love that they are cheap.  I love that you never know what you are going to find – both the titles and the notes inside.  At the same time, I don’t often buy used books that are really beaten up.  I can’t stand creases on the spine, so I rarely buy mass market paperbacks.  I won’t knowingly buy a book that is underlined or highlighted.  Because I have so many books in my queue, I can be very picky about what I am buying.  I am never at risk of not having something available that I want to read.


Last year, I read E.L. Doctorow’s Ragtime.  I didn’t check the copy well enough, and there were underlinings and notes at the end of each chapter.  They were very distracting and a fabulous book was marred by the thoughts of someone..not that bright.  But the book is good enough to keep in my collection!  So I am on the lookout for another copy.  A nice one.  For a dollar or less.

Drive

Weekend Assignment # 358: Drive

Is driving something you actually enjoy doing, or is it merely a means to an end? Do you ever go for a drive for fun, or revel in certain kinds of driving?

Extra Credit: If time and money were not at issue, and you wanted to go somewhere 500 miles away, would you prefer to drive, be driven, take a train or fly? (Okay, you can also choose to go by boat.)

Ten years ago, I would have told you that driving was my favorite thing.  I loved my car more than I loved my books.  I drove just for fun.  At that time (my mother recently reminded me), I even enjoyed my commute to and from work.  The driving time helped me get my head in the right place in the morning, and decompress on the way home.
No longer.
When my office moved in 2004, my commute became awful.  And there is no public transportation option.  I could rant all day about this, but listening to other people’s traffic stories is boring.  Not as boring as listening to other people’s dreams, but close.  Suffice it to say:
It doesn’t just raise my blood pressure every day.  It has ruined my favorite thing!
It isn’t that it is all that long.  It isn’t dramatic enough to make me quit my job.  I still enjoy a good road trip.  
But I understand road rage.
For a 500 miles trip, I generally prefer to drive.  For the two hours early you have to be at the airport – each way.  And the risk of delays and the pain of airport security.  For the convenience of sticking to my own schedule.  But for business, I usually fly.  It is less expensive for one person.  All other things being equal, it won’t take as much time.  And when I am on my employer’s time, it seems more appropriate.
Open road, though.  I love the open road.

Half the Sky: Turning Oppression into Opportunity, by Nicholas D. Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn

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I swiped Half the Sky from my mother, who received it as a gift.  Kristof and WuDunn report the stories of women in Africa and Asia that are overcoming some really scary stuff.  The subject areas are human trafficking, maternal mortality, rape, honor killings and microfinance.  So yeah, it might not be for everyone.  Here is their web site:

http://www.halftheskymovement.org/

The authors make a point of saying that statistics are not likely to move people, so they tell us the histories of women and their families.  It is a call to action and it might be a bit preachy, but it makes some pretty good arguments that the best way to end poverty and empower communities is to educate their girls.  Cable TV coming to rural villages helps.  It also analyzes the work of many charitable groups and came to the conclusion that the most successful programs are the grassroots programs that are locally owned.  Finally, it notes that the best way to start to get involved is to visit these developing countries.

I think I will do that.  Over my mother’s dead body.

I am happy to say that two groups my family supports are highlighted:  Heifer International and Kiva.  While our volunteering has been focused very much in our own communities, these are our favorites for making a difference internationally.  Maybe I will look into one more.

About Borders

I own the fact that I am a book vulture.  Library book sales, clearance section at Half Price Books..I even stop at estate sales sometimes, just in case there are books.  So I went to my local Borders today.  Two of my three stores are closing.

It was a bit sad in that I spent a lot of time in that store when I was in college.  My friends are all readers, so we were there at least once a week, after dinner.  We’d all go wandering around shopping and then meet up in the cafe for coffee or whatever.  It is also sad in that when even the big box booksellers are having this much trouble, we might all have a problem and it is our own fault.

Borders lost me to B&N for several practical reasons even before I became a used book junkie.  First, I did a lot of online ordering.  B&N is perennially playing catch up with Amazon, but at least they were in the game.  Borders was too little, too late.  Because of the online ordering, the B&N membership was worth the $25 fee to me.  And when you have paid money for a discount card, you don’t do your idle book shopping with the competition.  Borders didn’t offer anything comparable until very recently.

Starbucks helped, too.

So I went over this morning and discovered another reason that I like B&N better.  Borders doesn’t open until 10am.  And not even 10am on Sundays.  10am everyday.

I may have mentioned that my day is half over by 10am.

The clearance was only 20% off this weekend, which isn’t enough to impress me on the average day.  But I picked up a few things that I wouldn’t have otherwise.  I hope this reorganization helps Borders, but they aren’t likely to win me back.

The Poe Shadow, by Matthew Pearl

The Poe Shadow is the second book by Matthew Pearl, who wrote the fabulous The Dante Club.  It has been on my bookshelf for about ever, and I checked out the audio version from the library.
The premise is that Edgar Allen Poe died mysteriously and the narrator .. more than a fan, less than a friend..is not satisfied with the lame investigation of the circumstances.
The story is fine and there is an interesting cast of characters.  But at the end of the day, I just didn’t buy the main character of Quentin Clark.  His obsession with Poe’s death isn’t explained well and doesn’t make sense to me, as he loses his best friend, his legal practice and his fiancée. 

I had given up on the story by the time our hero landed in jail for a murder that he didn’t commit.  So when it became a drama about overturning the will and international espionage, I was rather nonplussed.  Thus, as it finally came to the “solution” to the mystery, I can only say I found it anti-climactic.
I am hopeful this was just a sophomore slump.

I am Home

And today is travel recovery day.

While I am on rants about travel and cities that can’t deal with weather even though it totally happens.  Here is what I learned on this trip:

San Francisco’s airport does not have de-icing equipment.

My flight was delayed an hour after a storm passed through because we were waiting for the slush to melt, or fall off the wings.  After awhile the pilot called in said, “Can someone just bring a broom over here?”

That worked, so perhaps SFO doesn’t actually require expensive de-icing equipment.  But they certainly require more guys with brooms.

Packing Light, Sort Of

Weekend Assignment # 357: The Art of Packing

When you go on a trip, do you travel light, or try to make sure you have everything you might conceivably need? Specifically, what do you bring along by way of electronics?

Extra Credit: What’s the most important thing you ever lost, broke, or forgot to bring on your trip?


I used to travel light.  Before the electronics.
I don’t bring a ton of extra clothes.  I never bring a hair dryer.  My suitcase never weighs more than 50 pounds.  But I am always plugged in.  I am on vacation.  With me are:
The Laptop
Personal Cell Phone
Work Cell Phone
Kindle
Digital Camera
iPod
Equipment to charge the above
The Kindle barely counts, as it is not about being plugged in so much as about not carrying six books with me.  For the rest, I have no excuse.  And I no longer care.
I forget things so often that I literally started a tag for it on my blog.  When I visit someplace for the first time, I make it a priority to find the nearest drugstore.  (Anne’s free tip:  Beyond the emergency “what I forgot” stuff, it is less expensive than the vending machines for drinks and snacks.  Buy yourself a two-liter and find the ice machine on your floor.)  I can’t recall any catastrophes, but I do annoying things like go to Washington DC (where I visit  an office at least six times each year) and forget my key card to the building.  Or my Metro card that still has $17.00 on it.  Or my frequent visit card for Auntie Anne’s pretzels.  Also, there are always extra hotel room keys in my bags when I arrive home.  That is a bit embarrassing.
This time, I forgot the sunscreen.  To go to Hawaii.
Now, I am going to get the hell offline and go to the luau.  

BTT: Ground Floor


There’s something wonderful about getting in on the ground floor of an author’s career–about being one of the first people to read and admire them, before they became famous best-sellers.
Which authors have you been lucky enough to discover at the very beginning of their careers?
And, if you’ve never had that chance, which author do you WISH you’d been able to discover at the very beginning?

Um..

I’m not interested in getting in on the “ground floor” of a writer’s career. Harry Potter 7 may have been the last book that I pre-ordered. I like reading the authors that have a huge number of books out there that are just waiting for me to find them. And even then, I am kind of doing a one-book-for-one-author each year.

Margaret Atwood, Philip Roth, E.L. Doctorow, Ward Just.
And the historians: McCullough, Ellis, Schlesinger

And do you know how happy I am to have been late to the Sookie Stackhouse books? I think there are 10 out there and I have only read three. I like that there is so much more to read.

If I “discover” a writer, I am back to waiting for (and paying for) new releases!  Forget that, man.

Winter Vacation: Day 2

This was my tooling around doing nothing day, as Tammy and Holly are flying in as we speak.  I was up before dawn and sat around reading a magazine and the Blackberry for a few hours before heading out to get.  My.  Papaya.

I am sorry to throw a consumer rant in here, but it has to be done.  I am not much of a sandals person. I just wear gym shoes when I am really going to be walking.  But it is so nice outside that I went into The Walking Company at the shopping center up the street and dropped $50 on a pair of slides that the lady had confirmed she tried herself and it was “like walking on air”.  I had blisters all over my feet in two hours.  FAIL.

I had lunch in a little tapas cafe.  As I started to eat my pasta and pitas and hummus and Tahitian limeade it hit me:  I ate here last year and had ordered the exact same thing.

And here is How Spoiled I Am.  There was too much noise in the open air lobby where I like to read (Note to the Marriott – if you put the free wi-fi in the sleeping rooms, the working people might not sit outside and tick us all off with their cell phones.  You lost my bar bill, anyway.) so I went back to my room.  Housekeeping was there.  So I checked Tammy and Holly into their room and sat on their balcony for half an hour.  Then I felt bad and went to the little grocery and bought them water and banana bread.

I have taken no pictures today, as I barely set foot off property.  But I have two more magazines down and I a good idea of where to go for Happy Hour.

The Secret Adversary, by Agatha Christie

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So I was on the plane, not sleeping.  I took out the Kindle, but The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo didn’t sound particularly appealing right that second.  So I took a look at what other random things I had downloaded lately.  The Secret Adversary must have been a freebie, because I had never even heard of it.  And even more odd, it does not feature that total stud, Hercule Poirot.  Did my mother download it?

Post WWI, London.  Two old chums, a young lady and young gentleman, lament their lack of fortune and resolve to be adventurers.  The are overheard and offered a job that envelopes them in matters of international espionage that dated back a few years to the Lusitania.  There is a stereotypical rich, dumb American man.  And Communists.  Scary, scary Communists.

I am happy to say that I had identified the Big, Bad Guy.  Until our heroine followed a red herring -which I totally would have done – and the terrifying truth was revealed.

So this wasn’t your typical whodunnit Christie.  But it was fun.