And then I found out that Julie Andrews is FINALLY publishing her memoirs (AND LOOK AT THE BEAUTIFULNESS OF HER ON THE COVER), after giving interviews saying that they were in the works for something like ten years. So of course I need to have that the day it comes out, which is April 1. Oh well. It's only twenty bucks! I still have fifty-five left!
And then I find out that Emma Donoghue's newest, which looks absolutely rocking and which I have been looking forward to for *years* -- I love her short stories, but they're not a patch on her novels, and Landing, though it was good, didn't have quite the zing of her historical stuff -- is coming out just three days later, on April 4! But only in Canada. Which means I have to order it separately and pay separate, higher shipping costs. But oh well! It's only... like... thirty, American! Which is only, you know, fifty total! So I still have twenty-five left!
And then I'm in the Coop today, and I find out that Carol Gilligan has written a new therapy novel called Kyra. Augh. As if the title didn't make it clear enough that it's fate (I was a Kyra before I was a Kylie, for those who haven't been around that long), I am a hardcore sucker for therapy novels. And practically no one writes them (writes them well, at least) except Irvin Yalom. Who has a new book out too, now that I look at it, but it looks like it's just more of his existential death-anxiety head-rummaging, so I'm not that concerned. I swear to God the man is an evangelist of the religion of death. WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!!! he tells us in every book, in very large existential caps. YOU WILL DIE AND I WILL DIE AND THERE WILL BE NOTHING WHEN WE ARE DEAD BECAUSE THERE IS NO GOD!!!! IF YOU DO NOT FACE THIS REALITY YOU ARE NOT A FULLY REALIZED PERSON!!! ::makes bored bap-bap-bap motion with hands:: Great, Irv, thanks. So I can skip that one. But I can't skip the Gilligan. Which is... well, seventeen dollars! Which leaves me with...
...erm, which leaves me with eight dollars. That's enough for one more book, I suppose. Maybe even two. Although if I order them used then I will have to pay separate shipping for each, so they will each have to be four dollars or less *including shipping*. Hrm. Well, I suppose I can overshoot the $75 a little.
So much for fourteen new books, anyway.
I suppose, however, that I should look on the bright side. I would have to have the Julie Andrews and the Emma Donoghue the day that they each came out, even if I *didn't* have the gift certificates to pay for them. And then we would have to not eat for a week. So on the whole this works out okay.
In other news, maybe I should start up my _fictionbitch_ journal again so y'all don't have to read about every bookly decision I make. Hey, if I wanted to change the title of that journal to something non-profane, what would you suggest?
In unrelated and entirely random news, one girl who just came in to work behind me -- I'm at work early, so Internet surfing is perfectly kosher -- came in smelling very strongly indeed of cigarettes. Which was bothering me, until the next girl came in smelling even more strongly of... alcohol? At 10:20 am on a Tuesday? Some people around here are having a very dissipated morning.