
Another successful visit to Powell’s City of Books:
- 6 more books for my “Read something from each of the 32 counties of Ireland” project
- a few nature books
- a book about the history/anthropology of notebooks
- a surprising book by a guy whose name is very similar to my late dad’s.
And a second trip the next day:

I went to grab the Becky Chambers novella and then got to ask the bookseller where they usually shelve a couple of texts I love about ritual, and then I looked through all of the books nearby.
I was so happy with the books I found here that on the walk back to the hotel, book bag in hand, I was thinking about how much I was looking forward to reading that anthropology of time book and didn’t notice that I was stepping off a curb, tripped, fell, tucked, rolled, and recovered. But I’m sore 🙂



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