Post skriptum for shopping: books

Yes, you got me there. I forgot bookshops. I loose myself in bookshops and rarely get out without another book. The most dangerous bookshop is in London airport Heathrow. When we fly to Portugal we got a stopover for seven hours. Yes, you can buy quite a load of books in seven hours. The only restriction is your strength to carry them. I think, last time when I was alone I bought ten. The time before Monika drew me out after five. Why Heathrow? They are so much cheaper than in Iceland.
When I have the choice of two books I buy the fatter one. I mean, you get more in 600 pages than 200, don´t you? Of course I also look at the authors. But take care not to buy the same name too often, most of them get really bad after a time. The cover picture also tells you a lot. Then read the backcover and when you are satisfied to that point, read some sentences in the middle. It can be a flop, then you got a garbage bag. The last of my books to go there was a late one of Patricia Cornwall (well?).
Sometimes you get good tips in newspapers. But you would not want to buy bestseller no.1. More often than not it is trash what tells you a lot about the people who buy books.
Amy Tan you can always buy, up to now at least, Margaret Atwood, Alice Walker as well, Marilyn French – but that are no news for readers.
Newly I look for books from the modern chinese and japanese culture. The most interesting thing about that, I feel, is that we all are truly homo sapiens and that differences in human feelings and behavoir rarely exist undir the flimsy skin of conventional courtesy and different religions.
And don´t forget them, the sweet books you read when you want to rest your brain; where the black haired woman is bad and the blond is the good one and the hero rescues all of them. Try Wilbur Smith and you get lost in adventures in far away countries. And then there are so many more …
Yeah, I love me books! (see pictures under “my pictures”, yes, I´ve got a big house.)