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The Sunday Salon


Today has been a Sunday of not much reading, surprisingly. I’m about halfway through Sarah Bower’s second novel, The Book of Love, and for some reason I just don’t feel like reading right now. So instead I’m online, and watching a marathon of America’s Next Top Model on Oxygen.

In book acquisitions: This morning I went to Barnes and Noble to use up part of a gift card I’d gotten at Christmas, and walked away with two books, both by Mary Stewart: The Ivy Tree and Thornyhold, both of them very short. On Friday, I received my Persephone copy of The Priory, by Dorothy Whipple, which I’ve been waiting for for three weeks. It's fitting, because Persephone's tenth birthday was recently.

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Unknown said…
I cannot believe that you just now used gift certificates to Barnes & Noble from Christmas. You have super human restraint if you ask me.

Enjoy your couch potato day. We need eye candy sometimes, don't we?

Jennifer @ The Literate Housewife Review
Eva said…
Last week I didn't feel like reading, so instead I enjoyed watching Sex in the City on DVD. Sometimes, I think we need to take a break from reading just to appreciate it all the more when we pick it back up!
I love to read! I wish I had more time for it.

Happy blogoversary!
Michelle said…
I was in a funk at the beginning at the year. Now, I just wish I had more time!
Terri B. said…
I hope you enjoy your Mary Stewart books! I don't run into too many others who read her books. The first of her books for me were the Arthurian books (4 of them I think). Then I read Thornyhold and ended up giving it away. Wish I'd kept it. Stumbled on Nine Coaches Waiting about a year ago and enjoyed her rather interesting blend of mild gothic, romance and mystery. Ivy Tree is hanging around my house somewhere waiting to be read!

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