Exercise in Nostalgia

Resolved to buy no books over the weekend, so returning with a stash only just into two figures was a partial success. And I've finished one already. Prompted by the reports of Andre Norton's death, I'd looked for her novels in our little local library, mainly to confirm that I hadn't noticed any there in the past. It's not a hard task to check, since there isn't a lot of sf, f or horror. So I bought a copy of Judgment on Janus from a helpful porcupine. This was, due to one public library I used refusing to allow me to borrow Catseye because it was in the adult section (despite being a Puffin), the first Andre Norton I ever read. I'd be about 10 or 11. I didn't remember much about it, beyond the terrific forest (or forests?) and the owl-like animal companion. It was enjoyable rediscovering it, even if it felt a little thin, and I found the one-sidedness of the description of the religious sect rather annoying. One more added to:

The list:

1. Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase
2. Ulrich von Liechtenstein, The Service of Ladies
3. Philip Roth, The Plot Against America
4. ed. The Lifted Veil, 19th Century Women's Stories
5. Bremner, Bird, Fortune, You Are Here
6. Polly Bird, How to Be an Effective School Governor
7. Jean Estoril, Ballet Twins
8. Andre Norton, Judgment on Janus

Just like buses, or coppers...

Two immensely watchable and beautiful films in a row. That doesn't often happen.

( A Mighty Wind )

( Anita and Me )