I don’t normally bother with book haul posts. One, I try not to buy too many books. Two, I’m fairly ashamed when I do, since I already have dozens of books I haven’t read. Three, I usually buy books one by one, and online, which is boring.
But I’ve been in Colorado the past week and a half, and I finally took my host’s recommendation and visited Poor Richard’s. Yes, that is a Ben Franklin reference. Befitting that, Poor Richard’s is four businesses in one: a pizza joint, a toy store, a cafe, and a bookstore. For rather obvious reasons, it was the bookstore that garnered my particular attention. Well, in other circumstances, I would be mostly interested in the pizza joint or cafe, or wherever I could most easily order a beer. But this bookstore was special.
You see, it was (mostly) a used bookstore. Which isn’t that rare, but this bookstore had the rare advantage of being well stocked with the old lions of SF. A great many slim volumes, but I escaped with three Vance, a Lieber, a Norton, and a Zelazny.