In which we display just the slightest hint of restraint
We seem to be getting a bit more sensible and less voracious with each Will County Book Recycling Event. True, for this weekend's edition we did attend twice and could barely tear ourselves away to go home (instead lusting in anticipation of the next batch of books to arrive) but we did show some restraint with what we ultimately brought home. That picture above is most of our haul. Julie's finds were mostly cool old Better Homes and Gardens cookbooks (onion pancakes, anyone?), programming manuals for her and textbooks for Maddie's homeschooling. Maddie found a Pokemon book (she is absolutely, positively obsessed with Pokemon right now) and several young reader novels.
As for me, I mostly stuck to novels and nonfiction that I had already wanted to read, and came home with Richard Wright's Black Boy (a really nice 1945 hardcover edition), James Baldwin's Notes of a Native Son, Larry Brown's Joe, Jaroslav Hasek's The Good Soldier Schweik, Jane Addams' Twenty Years at Hull-House, Mike Royko's Boss, Joseph Heller's Good As Gold, Samuel Beckett's Endgame, Toby Thompson's Positively Main Street and Erskine Caldwell's God's Little Acre. And two of my books were specifically selected to give away to close friends. One way or another, all of these books will eventually be read - which is more than I can say for much of our previous hauls.
Having loved Caldwell's Tobacco Road, I would have taken God's Little Acre no matter what, but the clincher for me was this wonderfully lurid, pulp cover:
Without having read the book, I still have the feeling that it isn't anywhere near as shocking and outrageous as that cover would suggest, and that this was simply a case of the publisher using a sensationalistic cover to move more copies. Which seems odd, given that the jacket copy states that over 8 million copies had already been sold. With a book that wildly popular, you wouldn't think such a pulp cover would be necessary.