Hi, my name is Bev and I'm addicted to academic mysteries. They leap from the shelves and out of bargain bins right into my hand. I can't fight it.
Case in point: My husband dragged me to Border's this afternoon.* He was in the mood to go look for the latest books from his favorite financial gurus (favorites subject to change without notice). So, I went. While waiting for him to exhaust the possibilities of the "Manage Your Own Finances" section, I browsed the bargain bin. That was my undoing. How could I resist the first line of the back cover blurb: "A star poet at Hebrew University with a history of lechery is beaten to death in his office." I mean, really, it had to come home with me.
*I'm sure that anyone who knows me will find it hard to believe that Brad would have to drag me into any bookstore. But the fact of the matter is, I'm a used bookstore kind of girl. New, shiny stores just don't have all that much appeal for me--particularly when I know I can walk out of a used bookstore with 4-5 books for the cost of one that's new. And...I'm just not gonna find what I want in Border's or Barnes & Noble. I'm generally on the hunt for little-known Golden Age mysteries (preferably first editions). Not going to find those waiting patiently on the shelves of a place with a Starbucks cafe sitting in the corner.
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