"It was the last place Ronan expected chickens."

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Went on Book Cruise last Saturday. That is, I went cruising for used books and cursed the local drivers. Acquired: one Tam Lin by Pamela Dean. I returned home in triumph, and was inspired to make inroads on my hoard of still-unread-after-a-year books. Yesterday: Robin McKinley's Deerskin. Freaked me out rather a lot, but was v. good all the same. Today: Patricia McKillip's In the Forests of Serre. It felt very much like Riddle-master, with which I am in love above all other books and/or trilogies. (Except maybe The Other Wind (Ursula K. LeGuin). Maybe.) The language is closer, and left me content rather than petrified (except I feel sort of sorry for Euan Ash). Or maybe that's just my comparative state of mind. These days I have to feel... reckless to pick up an unread McKillip book. They're so beautiful as to be intimidating. Perhaps it is time to re-read a few, as I have no new ones left, setting aside The Cygnet and the Firebird, which I will not read until I have the one that goes before it.

I really, really wish someone would re-issue the three volumes of Riddle-master with K.Y. Craft covers. Can you imagine?

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it's so much more rewarding to find something you've been looking for in a store

'S the only way to buy. Problem is when a book you really, really want isn't old enough to be in used bookstores yet, particularly crummy little ones in the middle of nowhere.

On a further Robin McKinley note, does anybody know if she was a Classics major in college? All that stuff about Euripides in Beauty, and some stuff in the beginning of Deerskin was right out of some myth or other. *scratches head* Not like she needs more points in my Book of Merits, but still.