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I had such an abysmal day at work today (I was PMSing. Steff was in some kind of shitty mood that made her totally incompetent - like, she was doing the pies and I was doing the mags, so I told her, hey, I can watch the till. I had to go over to the mag stand and she had come up to the counter when a customer came. She just stood there writing pie stickers waiting for me to a)notice the dude and b) come up to the counter. WTF? And Steve finally realised how fucking disorganised the store is and was having self-doubt. So, yeah, it SUCKED.) So I decided to self-medicate with a book overdose.

First I went to the library and issued:
Kelly Ana Morey, On an Island, With Dire Consequences - I really enjoyed her first book Bloom, lovely prose and a really great first-person narrator, and this looks like it's also going to be good.
Jeffrey Sachs, The End of Poverty: Economic Possibilities for Our Time, which was rec'd to me by my mother and my ethics prof. Nonfiction, which is like, whoa.
Zadie Smith, On Beauty - no idea what this is going to be like.
Jon Courtenay Grimwood, 9tail Fox. Caught my eye on the shelves, and I think I've seen him rec'd elsewhere. According to the blurb (notoriously unreliable but hey...) it's about a cop who gets shot and wants to find out who killed him when he ends up in another body.
Elizabeth Smither, The Mathematics of Jane Austen - one of my favourite short story books - and Different Kinds of Pleasure, a novel I have not read but am looking forward to.
Cynthia Voigt, Sons from Afar - on of the only Tillerman books I haven't read.
William Gibson, Pattern Recognition - I quoted it to someone recently and got a craving. Awesome awesome book.

And then I passed a second hand bookshop/book exchange I haven't visited before and uh... spent $44, which is about $20 more than I should have, but that's OK, books don't run out. It was this teeny place with ridiculous amounts of trashy romance and one of those I got:
Maurice Gee, The Priests of Ferris. Because I don't own a copy (my family does), and that's just wrong.
Issac Asimov, The Robots of Dawn. Because it was $3 and I haven't read any old skool SF for ages.
Robin McKinley, The Hero & the Crown and The Blue Sword because I've only read them once, a long time ago.
Nicholas Fisk, Starstormers and Catfang. The former is one of those books I read many many many years ago, the first in a series, all of which are out of print and tough to locate. Catfang is the third. I haven't read the second, but beggars, etc.
Anne Rice, Interview with a Vampire - just because.
Janet Frame, Mona Minim and the Smell of the Sun - because I haven't read it.
The Concise Oxford Dictionary of Quotations - because my mum owns a copy and I LOVE it. I love quotations books, they're awesome.

And now I have to go read for a week straight. *smooches*