The Archivist

October 28, 2013 at 8:49 pm (Uncategorized)

I cannot wait to read this one.

Coffee Cups in Trees

In a few minutes I heard the books’ voices:  a low, steady, unsupressible hum.  I’d heard it many times before.  I’ve always had a finely tuned ear for a library’s accumulations of echo and desire.

Sometimes the best books are stuffed into clearance along with a thousand copies of Jodi Picoult for me to find and adore. “Adore” does not come close to describing how I feel about the slim paperback I pulled from a corner in Clearance Fiction, haphazardly stacked beneath piles of mass produced easy reading after the weekend warriors pawed through and reconfigured the section on a Saturday night.The Archivist

I discovered this wintry, wistful, quixotic book while the first norther of the season was coming through Dallas. It took me a few days of picking it up here and there to finish it, curled up on my couch with either a cup of coffee or hot tea (depending on the time of day).

I read the entire book in…

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