As promised, here are the books I bought in Felixstowe… I intended to take a photo of them on the beach, but I forgot, so… here they all are at Felixstowe train station…
Almost all of these came from Treasure Chest Books (which was even more wonderful than I’d remembered – it looks like quite a small shop, but just keeps going on and on, room after room) but I’ll start with the one that wasn’t. I can’t remember the name of the shop it came from, actually… a secondhand bookshop nearer the sea, anyway. Having been to Guy’s wonderful talk, I couldn’t leave behind a copy of E.F. Benson’s first book (and, during his life, his most successful) – Dodo.
Let’s start at the top of the pile, shall we?
Patricia Brent, Spinster – Herbert Jenkins
Although the word ‘spinster’ in a book title is almost certain to make me want a copy on my shelves, this one comes with an even greater recommendation – or series of them, because several people from my online book list have been reading this one lately.
Virginia Woolf – E.M. Forster
You can barely see it in the picture, but there’s a little pamphlet in the pile. I love it when authors write about other authors, so E.M. Forster on Virginia Woolf sounds great – indeed, I have actually read it in the Bodleian, and now I get to have my own copy.
The Windfall – Christopher Milne
I do already own this, but I couldn’t leave it behind when it was only £1… so I’ll find someone to give this to at some point…
Magda – Meike Zeirvogel
Meike is better known to many of us as the doyenne of Peirene Press – I think I was actually offered a review copy of this, but knew I wouldn’t be likely to have a chance to read it for a while, and this way I get to try it without the self-imposed time pressure!
Moving House – Katharine Moore
I love the idea of someone publishing their first novel in their 80s, and have previously enjoyed Moore’s letters with Joyce Grenfell, and her novel Summer at the Haven.
Nothing Sacred – Angela Carter
I keep stocking up my Carter shelves, and I’ve still only read one book by her… but now I have another one!
Mr. Bridge – Evan Connell
There has been quite a lot of talk about this, and Mrs. Bridge, in the blogosphere lately – and Simon S’s recent review of the latter made me want to give Connell a try.
My Father and Myself – J.R. Ackerley
There might be people in the world who can see a beautiful NYRB Classics edition of an author they’ve been intending to read – but I am not one of these people. This comes as no surprise, does it?
Dodo – E.F. Benson
As mentioned above!
On The Side of the Angels – Betty Miller
See my comment about NYRB Classics, and transpose to Virago Modern Classics…
This is Sylvia – Sandy Wilson
A £1 sale means I give things like this a go… the memoirs of a cat! It could be very funny or it could be utterly mawkish. We’ll see…
Autobiography – Enid Bagnold
This book wasn’t in the £1 sale, but I couldn’t resist buying it… once I saw that it was signed by Enid Bagnold, with a lovely inscription from her. One to treasure!
As always, do let me know if you’ve read any of these, or if any are tickling your reading fancies.
Over to you!