Okay here are words you never thought you’d hear me say but I am selling my books and considering I have a bigger selection of poetry than both Twin Cities Barnes and Noble combined---good news for you, bad news for me. It has taken me a bit but I have figured out there are things I want more than books. I know, you never thought you’d hear me say that either.
Anyway I have a collection of New Yorkers that are the same weight as a three year old child—anyone who wants some of these or the whole baby can email me and then they only have to pay media rate. I only read the three poems most of the time then I moved on, so the fiction and cartoon sections are virginal.
Books are five dollar each and this includes postage: I have one collection of Leaves of Grass. I have all Anis Nin, Behind the Mountain by Edwidge Danticat, and Stop Walking on Eggshells by Mason (it is a therapy book about dealing with people with personality disorders.) Introduction to the Cabala, The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen, several issues of the Comstock Review, Poetry, Frommers Guide to Jamaica, Dream Me Home Safely a collection about writers growing up in America and Girl Saints by some guy I cant find right now, who should not have been writing about girl saints. I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith, South of Reason by Cindy Epper. Hardcover, That Old Ace in The Hole by Annie Proulx.
This list will grow. Check back. I have eight boxes packed. I am making my way home.
Addendum: I sold the first edition Leaves of Grass. Currently, I am selling an eight yr old who will not take a bath or brush her teeth. Photo posted above—she does not actually shovel snow, she moves it around then wants money.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment