March 21st, 2008

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Good Friday

I always feel rather guilty doing anything at all on Good Friday. When I was a child no one did much, except that my father walked up the road first thing to fetch the hot cross buns from the baker’s. I still feel it should be a day of quiet reflection. Nevertheless, I went to the Upton House book sale this morning and came away with ten books for less than £5.00. I got some Penguin classics with pretty covers (see pic); Hermione Lee’s massive biography of Virginia Woolf; Good Harbor by Anita Diamant and A Gathering Light
by Jennifer Donnelly, both recommended by a friend I always meet there and Maggie O’Farrell’s After you’d gone recommended by a complete stranger who saw me looking at it. That’s the nice thing about these book sales, everyone there is a reader. Disappointing that there were so few older books and the only one I picked up was a John Buchan I haven’t read, The Watcher by the Threshold.

The wind is so strong today that it’s impossible to garden so I’m planning to watch His Girl Friday, which I recorded yesterday, and knit.