I love scrounging through used book stores. My favorite bookstore is in New Orleans; others in Omaha and Sacramento. My newest find is in Philadelphia. I wouldn’t give you the store names any more than a fisherman would reveal his favorite fishing holes! This week I’m at an undisclosed resort town on the Michigan shore, and I spent a good part of the morning in a consignment antique store. These are especially fun, because books are rarely the focus of the individual booths, but some booths will have a nice amount of books. What this usually means is the the seller is looking to move a bunch of old books at a few bucks each.
There were some nice finds. A not-valuable but pretty Gramercy edition of “Romeo and Juliet;” a 1900 first edition “Monsieuer Beaucaire” by Indiana’s own Booth Tarkington, which I’ll send to my sister who collects him, and a 1933 collector’s edition of Kenneth Roberts’ “Arundel,” a French and Indian War saga I read as a youth. What was especially fun was a copy of Jeff Smith’s first cookbook, about whom I wrote a few weeks ago on this blog, wondering if his books could still be found. Thanks, Aunt Diane, for recommending I look in used book stores!
The day didn’t end there. We celebrated my mother-in-law’s 80th birthday this evening, and the dining room had a large shelf of old accounting ledgers adorning one end of the room. Tucked in the middle of these leather-bound tomes was an 1896 copy of James Fenimore Cooper’s “The Last of the Mohicans,” which I also wrote about recently. I don’t have this hardback version, so I took it to the front desk and asked if I could buy it. The manager looked at the book, paused, and told me I was the second person recently that offered to buy the book. She decided she should talk to her manager next week, and asked for my email address. I smell a mini-auction in the near offing. Wish me luck!

