There is an historic home, not far from my home, which holds an annual used book sale as a fundraiser for its community projects. Each year, I use the occasion to compile my summer reading and to add to the stack of books at home that I plan to read. Someday.
This year was especially sweet because I managed to stumble upon The Ghost's Companion. A collection of short stories to get me through the cold, damp days of summer (just in case the weather never improves) and a copy of Edgar Allen Poe's Tales of Mystery and Imagination, which, shockingly, I have never owned.
Now if only that neighbourhood historic home was haunted . . .
This year was especially sweet because I managed to stumble upon The Ghost's Companion. A collection of short stories to get me through the cold, damp days of summer (just in case the weather never improves) and a copy of Edgar Allen Poe's Tales of Mystery and Imagination, which, shockingly, I have never owned.
Now if only that neighbourhood historic home was haunted . . .