Sarah's Books - Used & Rare

I'm going on day four of a pulled muscle on the right side of my upper back. Hence short blog posts because it hurts to click a mouse. It also hurts to paint - I'm right-handed and lifting up my right arm is less than pleasant at the moment. This has never happened to me before and I'm somewhat at a loss. So last night, feeling incapacitated and decidedly grumpy, I took home a copy of George Orwell's Down and Out in Paris and London, a book I've long wanted to read, thinking it would allow me to further wallow in self-pity. But I couldn't take it - the bedbugs, poverty, violence, drunkards - page after page. And normally I love reading about destitute vagabonds. I put it down and picked up James Lees-Milne's little Oxford anthology The Country House instead. I've finally been doing some culling in my book room at home, and came across it this weekend. I'd forgotten I owned it. Wonderful little book. Happy escapism won out over self-pity. More soon.