I wrote on the Mundane Participation thread yesterday about Diane and me going out for a great lunch (little does one hear me moan about good food out loud, if very quietly - years go by before I'll do that. I almost mooed). We had gone to a new thrift shop place first, which I also described in the Mundane thread, but didn't mention the titles of the books I nabbed.
http://able2know.org/topic/65973-143#post-6066523
That's key to some of my exhilaration (besides the new sweater/jumper).
It was, as mentioned in the other thread, a thrift shop with a great many people swarming. We were there, might as well look. I didn't see the book section until Diane clued me in, late in the visit, busy as I was trying to pass people sort of trying on clothes in the aisle, and aisles with poles (er, columns, perhaps, on the wimpy side) holding up the roof.
I'm a fair book scanner in thrifts, as I trust ehBeth and others are too. But I was knocked out, there in one of the first sections of paperbacks was a book Olivier highly recommended, that I would not guess to be in a shop in Abq.
I bought that and another one on whim: $1.99 each, good condition.
1) Suite Francaise by Irene Nemirovsky. The word Nemirovsky sparked, my just having read Olivier's posts.
2) The Tattoo Murder Case by Akimitsu Takagi
I know nada re that one.
Both of those translated.
Meantime, I remember thinking, when I first knew about my eyes now long ago, that I would die by falling in a manhole in a city street.
Now I think I might die in a roof fail in a thrift shop.