Browsing the Ian McEwan selection at Raven Used Books. I had to exercise incredible self-control since I have an Old British Guy fetish when it comes to my pleasure reading of choice. This excursion also took place right after a jaunt to the Harvard Bookstore where I sold two paperbacks for $5 in store credit … and promptly put that toward the purchase of four used paperbacks. So much for cleaning out my apartment. At least I now own every McEwan work except for his first short story collection?
