Library Loot is an event hosted by Eva at A Striped Armchair and Marg at Reading Adventures.
I can't believe it but I got more books from the library even though I haven't read all the ones I got on July 15. I've finished one, and am almost finished another, but there are still two I haven't even opened yet. Those books came from the library I visit most often in the next town. The ones in this post are from another library a bit further away. It has an upper balcony full of old, old books which amazingly they let patrons borrow.
Though the author of Mother Carey's Chickens says, Riggs, (her second husband's name) it is actually the more familiar, Kate Douglas Wiggin (her first husband's name), the woman who wrote Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm (1903). I read that book a few years ago, and wrote in my book journal:
This was wonderful and as fresh as if it were just written. It felt a bit like Anne Of Green Gables and Pollyanna. Rebecca's family is very poor, and she is given the chance for an education by going to live with two old maiden aunts. The young girl has a wonderful, cheerful outlook on life. I have a sense that all these books were written about a girl who could be an example to the reader. She isn't without troubles and problems, yet she remains steadfast and optimistic. Even as a grown woman, I found myself learning from her. Well written with memorable, real characters.
Mother Carey's Chickens is still available to buy, and is even on Kindle! But oh, this edition (which I think is a first) is just lovely. A lot of these old books in the balcony have little reviews pasted in the front which tell a bit about the book.
The second book from the balcony is a fourth printing in the year of publication -1948- of Graham Greene's The Heart of the Matter. I've been meaning to read his work for a long time. I've seen some movies based on Greene books, The Third Man,The End of the Affair and The Quiet American. It's time to go to the source.
And here is the whole stack. The woman in the picture is my Grammie as a young woman. She gave it to me when I turned sixteen, the age I believe she is in the photograph.
The Robert B. Parker is because we've just watched all the available Jesse Stone televised versions from Netflix which were excellent. The Penderwicks books have been recommended by several fellow bloggers, as has The Invention of Hugo Cabret. Will I read all these books? Time will tell. But I sure enjoy seeing them piled up on my 'library table.'
Addendum: Tom read the Parker book. I began The Penderwicks and didn't care for it. I started the Graham Greene but wasn't in the mood. It seemed sort of gloomy. I was sure I would read Mother Carey's Chickens but after I started it, I got into some other books and put it aside. Maybe I'll pick it up another time. The only one I read is the Selznick book, and how I loved it.