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The Sunday Salon

Happy Sunday, everyone! This is the last week before I move into my new condo! I’ve spent most of the week packing books—my shelves look very empty. But I’m excited for this new chapter in my life, especially since the renovations to my apartment have been going on for three months. Next weekend is my company’s holiday party, which I’ve been looking forward to for a while. I’ll have been living in my new apartment for only about 24 hours!

I promised myself that I’d cut back on my book buying this year (don’t I do that every year, though?), but so far I’ve had no success. A trip to the Book Trader during my lunch break yielded copies of I’m Not Complaining, by Ruth Adam, and The Loved and Envied, by Edith Bagnold. Then, through Awesomebooks, I bought myself The Camomile, by Catherine Carswell, Marriage, by Susan Ferrier, and Phoebe, Junior, by Mrs. Oliphant. From another LibraryThing user, I received a copy of Vita Sackville-West’s All Passion Spent; and on Ebay I found a cheap copy of Clever Woman of the Family, by Charlotte Mary Yonge that was too good to pass up (all are Virago Modern Classics). On vacation in Arizona, I impulsively bout a copy of Betty Smith’s Joy in the Morning; and then through Persephone’s website I bought A Very Great Profession, Few Eggs and No Oranges, and Alas, Poor Lady. Whew! The Viragos and Persephones are all coming to my new address within the next couple of weeks (I look at them as housewarming gifts for myself, LOL).

Currently, I’m reading Ruth Adam’s A Woman’s Place: 1910-1975, a Persephone reprint and a social history of women in Britain between those years. Very interesting what she has to say about “superfluous women!” Also read this week were Crossriggs, by Jane and Mary Findlater (excellent; I’ve been on a “spinster lit” kick lately) and The Bolter, by Robin Osborne, a biography of a 1920s and ‘30s socialite who “bolted” from five husbands and three children. Reviews pending.

How has your Sunday been? What are you reading?

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My Sunday was spend in a bus going from Indianapolis to Chicago - thankfully the trip was short and easy :) Started Paul Murray's Skippy Dies while traveling.

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