There aren’t enough blog-worthy things going on in my life for a Miscellanea post, so today I’ll do a tag! I picked up the Last 10 Books tag from Flik Reads; go check out her site!
The Last Book I Gave Up On
The Christmas Party by Gillian St. Kevern
There were a few things I chose to ignore for the sake of a light, fun holiday read, but ultimately drama was being heaped on drama and I just couldn’t. Plus, not enough actual Christmas party.
Last Book I Re-read
Sleight of Hand by Peter S. Beagle
I reread this book as part of the 2020 Deal Me In challenge, so I actually read the first story in January of 2020 (week 1, in fact) and the last one in December (week 50). This anthology contains one of my favorite short stories ever: “The Woman Who Married the Man in the Moon.”
Last Book I Bought
The Magic Square by John Gaspard
The 7th in the Eli Marks mysteries, one of the few series I read, mainly because Marks is a magician as well as an amateur detective. (And by magician, I mean the David Copperfield/Harry Houdini kind, not the Gandalf/Merlin kind.)
Last Book I Said I Read But Actually Didn’t
I don’t do this. Listen, there are SO MANY BOOKS. I have a degree in English literature, and pretty much the only thing that’s really given me is awareness of the gaping holes in my knowledge. Everyone is on their own reading road and it’s amazing that we ever manage to cross paths. (Then again, until recently, I was under the impression that I had read Pride and Prejudice. I didn’t purposefully lie, really! Honestly!)
Last Book I Wrote in the Margins Of
Edison’s Eve: A Magical History of the Quest for Mechanical Life by Gaby Wood
Alas, most of my annotations were me being grumpy about things. I’m not much of a philosopher, I’m afraid.
Last Book That I Had Signed
The Line Between by Peter S. Beagle
I’m much too much of a chicken to get books signed on a regular basis. This is the last I can remember that I had signed in person by an author.
The Last Book I Lost
Friday Night in Beast House by Richard Laymon
At some point while I was straightening the shelf with my Richard Laymon books, this one just disappeared. It was a not-easy-to-find hardback edition. It has to be in the apartment somewhere.
The Last Book I Had to Replace
White Plume Mountain by Paul Kidd
Loaning books is a risky thing. On the plus side, you share something you like with someone else. On the minus side, your book may not find its way back home. No regrets since I was able to find a lightly used copy to replace mine.
The Last Book I Argued Over
Moby-Dick; or, the Whale by Herman Melville
Argument is probably too strong a word, but my husband and I have definitely been having an on-going discussion over the entertainment merits of Moby-Dick.
The Last Book You Couldn’t Find
House of Mystery: The Magic Science of David P. Abbott by Teller, Todd Karr
Not sure if this is the last book I couldn’t find; I have a pretty long “if-money-were-no-object” book list that gets attention when I go to used book stores. But his two-volume set is certainly difficult to find even if I could spend my stimulus check on it.