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Sat Sep 6th, 2014
 | 02:16 pm - After the deluge
The Playwright Across the Street has gone the Front Lawn Library one better with a Little Free Library-- a box on a post, with a glass-fronted door, that's an exchange library: give a book, take a book. It's weather-resistant and thus a good idea in this weather-benighted town (like yesterday, with its night-long downpour and thunderstorm.) Discovered another Little Free Library last week on the other side of the block. (Japan has influenced me to the extent that I now register blocks as units of four sides, even as I still naturally think in terms of streets with two sides.) The Manning box had a Sookie Stackhouse err whatever they are: too small-town to be urban fantasy but with the same cast of vampires and werewolves and whatever. There are three UF writers I was determined to steer clear of- Jim Butcher, Laurell K. Hamilton, and Harris; but Harris is the one I knew least ill of, so I nabbed the copy to see what she was like. And started reading it during that prolonged thunderstorm last night when I couldn't be online.
She's more than respectable. I shall read others in this series, while I try to figure out why Sookie's man-problem-beset heroine bothers me so much less than all the other man-problem-beset UF heroines. Not as dumb as the others is a part of it, certainly, and the men being (on the basis of half a book) warts and all guyz, not pure Id-figures, is another. Possibly it's just a matter of a modicum of style and a congenial voice.
I hadn't realized my mammogram was booked for the same day as the massive Run/ Walk/ Whatever Against Cancer day, but getting into Princess Margaret Hospital through the wall of pink and horns and noise-makers was something of a feat. As ever on a Saturday, the place was empty and I was out in fifteen minutes, with the added plus that my scans were so elegantly crisp and clear that the nice young fresh-from-Taiwan technician asked if they could be used to apply for American College of Radiology Accreditation. "Thank you for having such nice breasts," she said sweetly, a line I have never heard before and certainly never expected to hear now.
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I very much like the idea of the Little Free Library. And that was a nice compliment, if a bit unexpected! The Little Free has it over the Frontlawn, in that things don't get rained on, but is very dependent on the kindness and good taste of strangers. OTOH with Little Free one is less likely to find one's discarded books at the second-hand bookstores or put out on someone else's front lawn to rot in the rain.
On the other other hand, wasps get trapped in the boxes and it's very difficult to get the dumb things to fly out. |
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