Life Without Georgette

September 1, 2006

David says "I'm sorry I can't get a spot in the shade (He's going into OMB, a police supply store in Kansas City.) That's okay, I'm a sun person. I like the warm feeling on my feet so I put them up on the dashboard. I'm watching the glitter and dance of the cottonwoods in the woods across the way. I have a book but it's one I have read once and I must not have liked it much because my eyes just skip down the page and I've read the chapter three times. So I'm watching the swaying trees.

I hate it when I get in the mood for a certain author and nothing else will do. Sometimes one book will satisfy and I can move on, but right now it's Georgette Heyer or nothing! I read The Masqueraders, The Toll Gate, Sprig Muslin, The Black Moth, These Old Shades, and Cousin Kate all in a row and still I hunger. I have a few more Heyers somewhere, but apparently the book thieves have been to house and I can't seem to find them.

I yearn for them. My mother-in-law had said she had some in her motorhome. So I thought when we got to Tonganoxie (where we are camping this weekend) I'd have her dig them out. Maybe she's been holding hostage my False Colours or Faro's Daughter or Sylvester, the Wicked Uncle. But once we arrived, she says they must have packed them up and put them in the shop. Aggh! She's killing me here!

This accelerating addiction to Ms Heyer is a troubling sign. It's not like a candy bar, I can't run to the nearest stor and pick one up. As far as I know, all of her titles are out of print. There was a brief revival of some of her titles 2000-2004 but most of her 54 books have been out of print long enough that used book stores won't take them in trade.

Some relief is on the way. I found a website that acts as clearing house for bookstores all over the world. I decided on two Georgette Heyers and three Elsie Lees (Elsie is another old friend of mine) So sometime next week, magic escape will land on my doorstep!

Yeepee! We happened past a Borders and I begged to stop-just in case. They had single copies of three Heyer reprints snuggled deep in their romance shelves. The Grand Sophy, which I know I own somewhere, These Old Shades, just read-see earlier and Beauvallet! Yeepee...one I haven't read even!

Crisis averted.

PS We also went to J.C. Penney Outlet to shop for scrubs and lunched at Burger King by the waterfall.

Picture is of the the two scrub tops I got.

Story ID:	859
Written by:	Shannon Marie Hyle (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Diary/Journal Entry
Location:	Kansas City Kansas USA
Year:	2006
Person:	myself