The Little Dog Laughed

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?

Eh.

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*

Still reading Something Wicked This Way Comes and the Tomalin biography of Dickens. Not much to report. Enjoying both books. Weather cold. Cats irritable.

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.