1. The last book I gave up on - probably The Underground Railroad for my book group. I am sure it is well written and compelling but the first chapter was so violent and depressing I put it down until it was due at the lib.
3. The last book I bought for myself – The War That Saved My Life. Initially, I read this from the library but recently I bought one copy for myself and one for my niece Katherine, who also loved it.
4. The last book I lost - I lent my hardcover copy of Betsy in Spite of Herself to a friend who was going to Milwaukee with her daughter. I am sure it is somewhere in their house so perhaps not lost forever.
5. The last book I wrote in the margins – when I was in law school, I wrote in the margins of my textbooks but I don’t do this normally. However, within the last couple months I came across an error in a library book and corrected it in light pencil. Someone (perhaps not a librarian) will thank me.
6. The last book I had signed – The Game: Harvard, Yale, and America in 1968 by George Howe Colt at the Harvard Coop in November. You can’t get an ebook signed now, can you?
7. The last book I said I read but actually didn't – The Faerie Queene - despite being a 16th century History and Lit major. Sorry, Edmund Spenser!
8. The last book I had to replace – Autumn Term by Antonia Forest. Both my copies are missing and although I hope they will turn up, I didn’t want to risk not being able to find one so I ordered a paperback from England several months ago.
9. The last book I argued over – Dawn’s Early Light by Elswyth Thane. I was practically (but not quite) speechless when some of my book group did not appreciate one of my absolute favorite books.
10. The last book I couldn’t find – I read about an Irish mystery series by Jo Spain but the first entry, With Our Blessing, had not been published in the US so I had to order it from England.
11. The last book I insisted someone read – The Professionals by Owen Laukkanen. This is the first in a great series about two detectives.
12. The last book I gave as a gift – I like to give every reader in my family a book for Christmas. One I gave this year was The Incredible Crime by Lois Austen-Leigh, part of an appealingly repackaged Crime Classics series I saw in England (and had to restrain myself from bringing them all home) from the British Library. I chose this one for my mother because of our trip to the other Cambridge in April.