Tuesday, January 25, 2011

futility

i have a fruitless time at the thrift store repeatedly rooting through their bookshelves. plenty of self-help quasi-psychology parenting guides and an unexpected selection in books on backache but nary a one that sings out to me. and why is it so difficult, i ask. i'm going to be traveling. i just want a couple of undemanding reasonably well-written dirt-cheap paperbacks to keep me company. bill bryson would be fantastic, but i could settle for nora roberts too.

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