People of the Book…Sale
This morning, despite the fact that I’ve been waylaid by a late-winter cold, Joe and I got out of the apartment early and headed over to Park Slope for the Park Slope United Methodist Church Book Sale. This event has taken place every year since 1994 and is touted as the “best book sale in Brooklyn.”
I’ve been burned by book sales before (Harvard Bookstore Warehouse sale, I’m looking at you here), so I didn’t have high expectations. The only thing I wanted was to find at least one book I could read until I finally drag my ass to the library to get a library card. (Never mind that there are at least a dozen books on my shelves right now that I haven’t read yet. That’s so not the point).
The book sale was crowded–lots of tables, lots of people, and not a lot of space. But people were respectful of one another’s space, and there were plenty of books–every time there was a hole on one of the tables, a volunteer would magically appear with an armful of books to replenish. Almost better than the amount and diversity of the books were the prices–$1 for mass market paperbacks, and $2 for everything else.
Given those prices, it was an exercise in discipline to choose only five books. (Joe got six.) I ended up with four novels and one story collection, four of the books by women authors. All of the books were on my to-read list, so it was a lucky day for me!
The Great Man--Kate Christensen
People of the Book—Geraldine Brooks
A Gate at the Stairs—Lorrie Moore
Interpreter of Maladies--Jhumpa Lahiri
I have to wonder why it is I’m so driven to women writers lately. Do any of you feel as though you tend to read more women writers than men, or vice versa? Why do you think that is?