it's done!
Sep. 20th, 2002 10:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesSomewhere around next Wednesday, if all goes according to plan, I should be in possession of a brand new iBook! Woohoo! Let the being very broke but very happy commence! Especially since I'm going away this weekend and that's not going to save me any money either, but it's All Good. I'm getting a new printer for free from my parents, too. They got it for free from somewhere, and they already have a perfectly good printer, and my current printer is very old, mostly dead and not worth resurrecting. I got it at least secondhand in 1996. So, as I said, it's All Good.
I discovered this morning that I left the book I've been reading on the train at home, which got me thinking about what's in my bookshelf and how I got my taste in books.
My parents read a lot of mysteries, so that's where I got Robert van Gulik, Dorothy Sayers and Lindsey Davis from. I can't stand Agatha Christie, and I don't like Janet Evanovich very much, but my parents and I agree to disagree about that. My mother got me reading Anne McCaffrey, and my ex got me reading Iain Banks and Barry Hughart. I picked up CJ Cherryh for myself last year. My sister got me reading Dorothy Dunnett, but I have no idea where the rest of my taste for historical fiction came from. Wait, I take that back. My parents got me reading C.S. Forester's Hornblower series when I was in junior high. I think they're why I picked up The Hunt for Red October, too.
Here's the list of stuff I really can't remember the origins of:
- Kipling (don't ask me why I like it, either; I can't even explain that)
- David Eddings (I think I saw The Belgariad in the library and thought it would be interesting)
- Fannie Flagg (Daisy Fay and the Miracle Man is what I started with)
- Mary Stewart (Arthurian legend, English author)
Hmm, that list is shorter than I thought. I actually know why I own most of the rest of the books I own. I also own some thoroughly silly children's books, which are the best kind of children's books, and which I grew up reading. The collection so far consists of:
- Cyrus the Unsinkable Sea Serpent, by Bill Peet
- How Tom Beat Captain Najork and his Hired Sportsmen, by Russell Hoban
- A Near Thing for Captain Najork (sequel to the above and not quite as completely silly)
- The Day Jimmy's Boa Ate the Wash, by ? (illustrated by Steven Kellogg, who is wonderful)
- Jimmy's Boa and the Big Splash Birthday Bash
- Tallyho, Pinkerton!, by Steven Kellogg
- Bread and Jam for Frances, by Russell Hoban (I think)
Some day I really should buy some Dr. Seuss and the Winnie the Pooh books. Every time I set foot in a bookstore, though, I forget that I said I should do that. I need to start writing this stuff down on something I carry around with me so I'll remember.
Time to go file things.
I discovered this morning that I left the book I've been reading on the train at home, which got me thinking about what's in my bookshelf and how I got my taste in books.
My parents read a lot of mysteries, so that's where I got Robert van Gulik, Dorothy Sayers and Lindsey Davis from. I can't stand Agatha Christie, and I don't like Janet Evanovich very much, but my parents and I agree to disagree about that. My mother got me reading Anne McCaffrey, and my ex got me reading Iain Banks and Barry Hughart. I picked up CJ Cherryh for myself last year. My sister got me reading Dorothy Dunnett, but I have no idea where the rest of my taste for historical fiction came from. Wait, I take that back. My parents got me reading C.S. Forester's Hornblower series when I was in junior high. I think they're why I picked up The Hunt for Red October, too.
Here's the list of stuff I really can't remember the origins of:
- Kipling (don't ask me why I like it, either; I can't even explain that)
- David Eddings (I think I saw The Belgariad in the library and thought it would be interesting)
- Fannie Flagg (Daisy Fay and the Miracle Man is what I started with)
- Mary Stewart (Arthurian legend, English author)
Hmm, that list is shorter than I thought. I actually know why I own most of the rest of the books I own. I also own some thoroughly silly children's books, which are the best kind of children's books, and which I grew up reading. The collection so far consists of:
- Cyrus the Unsinkable Sea Serpent, by Bill Peet
- How Tom Beat Captain Najork and his Hired Sportsmen, by Russell Hoban
- A Near Thing for Captain Najork (sequel to the above and not quite as completely silly)
- The Day Jimmy's Boa Ate the Wash, by ? (illustrated by Steven Kellogg, who is wonderful)
- Jimmy's Boa and the Big Splash Birthday Bash
- Tallyho, Pinkerton!, by Steven Kellogg
- Bread and Jam for Frances, by Russell Hoban (I think)
Some day I really should buy some Dr. Seuss and the Winnie the Pooh books. Every time I set foot in a bookstore, though, I forget that I said I should do that. I need to start writing this stuff down on something I carry around with me so I'll remember.
Time to go file things.
