Library Loot

I stopped by the library on the way to work tonight, hoping to pick up something for the Guardian challenge. As luck would have it, several of the ones I chose aren’t even available at branch libraries–that’s what I get for trying to pick things I hadn’t heard of. Here’s what I did find:

Invisible Cities, by Italo Calvino. I think I’d almost rather go into one of his books blindly than look up a summary. From the back: “Of all tasks, describing the contents of a book is the most difficult and in the case of a marvelous invention like Invisible Cities, perfectly irrelevant.” –Gore Vidal, New York Review of Books

The Key to Rebecca, by Ken Follett. This has been on my TBR list, so I decided to splurge and am afraid of coming up short. From the back: His code name: “The Sphinx.” His mission: To send Rommel’s advancing army the secrets that will unlock the door to Cairo…and ultimate Nazi triumph in the war. And in all of Cairo, only two people can stop this brilliant and ruthless Nazi master agent. One is a down-on-his-luck English officer no one will listen to. The other is a young Jewish girl…

Black Elk in Paris, by Kate Horsley. A completely blind impulse, but it had the cover facing, and looks to be culturally enriching. From Amazon: The City of Lights sparkles in this historical novel circa 1889 as Paris prepares for the Universal Exposition, designed to demonstrate its superiority in military prowess, science, culture and the arts. Philippe Normand, a young physician who mistrusts the chauvinistic euphoria that has overtaken his fellow citizens, narrates the story. His like-minded companion, Madou, youngest daughter of the bourgeois Balise family, also rejects the latest craze and refuses to be restricted by society. Her family tolerates her eccentricities, but balks when she grows infatuated with Choice, the Lakota medicine man also known as Black Elk, who has traveled to Europe with Buffalo Bill.

My Faith in Frankie, a graphic novel. From the back: Frankie Moxon should have it made. She’s got her own personal god named Jeriven, and he’s made life for Frankie and her best friend Kay one long holiday of perfect health, luck, and happiness. But Frankie’s discovered the one thing that Jeriven can’t handle: boys.

I also picked up Amethyst Dreams at the used book rack–I’m well on my way to a complete collection of Phyllis Whitney’s adult suspense books.

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