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Some of you may recall that I purchased a copy of Ray Bradbury's Something Wicked This Way Comes (for 50p) last year, then promptly lost it. Well, the other night, husband came into the room, announced he was going to sit down and read his book, and promptly dropped into his armchair. As the tone he used indicated this was One of His Jokes, I grabbed at the book. Yes, the missing Bradbury.

He claims he found it upstairs. Uh huh.

As we now have two copies, one will go to the library at his place of employment. I decided to keep the 50p copy as it has a much more handsome cover than the brand-new one. Lucky old library, eh?

While preparing to move the washstand back into the living room (it was moved into his studio to make room for the Christmas tree) I spotted that he was using one of my recent acquisitions to keep his pots of enamel paint off the washstand's surface. Ten out of ten for actually caring about the finish, but what's he doing with my book?


I'm not sure this book even made it into a recent acquisitions post, so I'm going to list it here:

Not Without My Daughter by Betty Mahmoody (with William Hoffer).

Not a bleeding coaster, either. *sniff*
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Finished reading Something Wicked This Way Comes. Overall, I enjoyed it, and Bradbury does a good job of keeping up the language and tone throughout the book, even though I suspect it's not his natural way of writing.

I was a bit disappointed in the denouement, although on a different day in a different mood, it might not have bothered me. Hard to see how Will could be brought to laugh so enthusiastically even to save Jim's life. But the idea was interesting.

Think I'd have preferred to have read the book before seeing the film, because, even though I saw the film a long time ago, it kept bleeding into my reading of the book. Still, you have to experience them one way round or t'other.

Was a bit disappointing that after all the fuss about the lightning rod and Jim taking it down, much to Will's horror, it didn't play any role in the story's resolution. What was the point of stressing it so much, then? And starting with it? It's annoying when something is emphasised so much then vanishes.
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Still reading Something Wicked This Way Comes and the Tomalin biography of Dickens. Not much to report. Enjoying both books. Weather cold. Cats irritable.
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My dad has also given up on Blackmoor. He says it depicts working people as stupid. I can't disagree.

I have however started reading Something Wicked This Way Comes. For those who've followed the saga but not read the comments, no, the 50p copy did not magically turn up. My dear husband bought me a new copy from Waterstones. So kind! Normally of course that would guarantee we'd be showered with every copy of SWTWC ever lost, but strangely this has not happened. Maybe I did leave it in the taxi after all.

It's funny that SWTWC has an opening line so iconic that I knew what it'd be, yet I'm sure I've never read the book before. I've seen the film, long time back now. Jason Robards? Maybe. Or is it still the opening line when there's a prologue? And a prologue as pointless as prologues tend to be, too. Let's brush it under the carpet and forget all about it. There. That's better.

Am enjoying the book muchly. Makes a bloody change.
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It's no good. I can't persist with Gone Girl. Nick's bits are all right but Amy's girly nonsense makes me put the book down every time. So soon Gone Girl will be a Gone Book.

Le sigh.

It's not that I expect every book I pick up to be wonderful, but it would be nice if they were at least readable.

In other news, Dad has been reading Blackmoor and finding with it many of the same faults I found. He suggests the author is consciously imitating D.H. Lawrence. Hmm, maybe. At this stage it's 'don't know; don't care' for me.

In other other news, Something Wicked This Way Comes has not come to light. I've reached the point where I'm thinking maybe I imagined the book entirely, or left it in the taxi, even though I have memories of bringing it into the house. Who knows?

Le double sigh.
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I was going to read Something Wicked This Way Comes in bed last night, in fact I was looking forward to it, but the book has disappeared. The damn house has eaten it. And it had only been here less than a day *wipes away tear*. Seriously, I cannot find it anywhere.

I know it was here by the computer because I was looking at it while writing the entry about its recent acquisition. Dad remembers seeing it sitting on top of the Dickens biography. That book is on the printer but the Bradbury book is not. I've looked downstairs. I've looked upstairs. I've peered down the back of the cupboard the printer sits on with a torch. I cannot find the Bradbury. 'Tis gone.

So instead I started reading Gone Girl (in the absence of the Gone Book). So far, so meh. Colour me unimpressed. In fact, when we switched from Nick to Amy and she started gushing in a schoolgirly way, I put the book down smartish.

Where oh where has my Bradbury gone? Where oh where can it be?


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