The St. Tammany Parish Library book sale started this weekend. I went. I saw. I failed to conquer my urge to spend. I like to pick up hardback copies of books that I really love at such sales, and this time I found hardback copies of Peter Matthiessen's The Snow Leopard and Peter Straub's Houses Without Doors. I also found a hardback copy of Stephen Gallagher's Red, Red Robin. I've liked Gallagher for a long time but he's a British author and I almost never see his books on the shelves of bookstores here in the States. I'd buy 'em new if I did because he's also a very nice guy.
I've heard some good stuff about Michael Connelly so I picked up something by him called Void Moon. If I like it I'll buy some more of his stuff new. I also picked up a couple of Ed McBain's books of the 87th Precinct, some of the earlier ones in the series. I've only read one book by him but I really liked it. I got some older David Morrell thrillers, and a hardback copy of Binary by John Lange, who is really Michael Crichton before he got big.
Also arriving today, were copies I'd ordered of David Morrell's Lessons From a Lifetime of Writing, and as I delve into this I'll be posting more about it, and a collection of literary essays by Robert Reginald called Xenograffiti.
And now? Time to get reading.