Despite the cold rainy weather, it’s been a great week. As I mentioned last week, my friend was in town and we hit the Hermes sale which was in Chelsea. The sale was just okay; last year’s selection was much better. Sigh. Afterwards, I asked if we could hit The Strand since it was near by.
For those who are not familiar with The Strand, it’s the last of the granddaddy old-fashioned used bookstores that used to line what was known as Book Row in Greenwich Village. It’s huge (55,000 square feet) and unwieldy, with books crammed in every nook and corner, and a notoriously underpaid and unhelpful staff but part of the charm is uncovering (and I do mean uncovering) those treasures all by yourself. About half of my art and film books were bought here because their prices and selection cant be beat.
As soon as I walked in, I noticed two things. One is that they had finally gotten an elevator installed. (Welcome to the 21st century.) Second, I felt that pull that I always get to spend hours going up and down the stacks and shelvings. My eyes literally glazed over (friend mentioned this
I think I scared her a little bit). Reminded that I wasnt alone, I quickly headed to the mass market paperback and new fiction sections. Saw a bunch of books that werent suppose to be out until September 5th like Caressed By Ice, Barbara Metzger’s Truly Yours, Angela Knight’s Warlord, and Emma Holly’s Fairyville — all at half price, of course. Also, saw an ARC for Sandra Hill’s Down and Dirty (due out in November) for a dollar but since I dont read Sandra Hill, I passed. And this is just from quickly looking for 15 minutes. I’m sure if I had more time, I would have found hella more goodies.
Instead, I quickly rounded up A Distant Magic, Fairyville, and an Ellora’s Cave anthology (never read any of the authors in it but what the heck, it was only $6) and headed to the cashier.
But in the immortal words of Ah-nuld: I’ll be back. 😎