Off in a different direction to a different library than my usual ones, for a book I particularly want.
I’ve just finished reading ‘May we be forgiven’ by American novelist A.M. Homes. After an uncertain start where I mainly stuck with the book on the advice of Jeanette Winterson who’d said:
“This is the great American novel for our time”
I then got completely involved in the story and am subsequently looking in the back of this novel for what else she’s written. That’s where I find out about ‘The Mistress’s Daughter’.
“On the day that she was born in 1961, A.M. Homes was given up for adoption. Her birth parents were a twenty-two-year-old woman and an older, married man. Thirty-one years later, out of the blue, they tracked her down. ‘The Mistress’s Daughter’ is a riveting account of what happened next.”
Yes, this one’s not a novel, it’s a memoir. I check in the catalogue of Liverpool City Libraries and find I can pick up a copy of the book in three libraries.
So, knowing not only that it’s available, but also what shelf it’s on I set off. Basking in the glory of living in a country with such a magnificent public libraries system.
Wondering if they ever did find anyone to play their historic church organ for them.
There was no famine. Only the potato crop failed. All the other food was stolen and eaten by the English and their agents.
Whatever, deeply distressing to see a security gate like that on a school.
Notice its opening times. No evenings or Saturdays. The results of the politics of ‘austerity’ – and things could be about to get a lot worse.
Anyway, let’s have a look round.
And the book I’m looking for is precisely where the catalogue had told me it would be.
And decide on the hard-back because it’s got photographs in it. Good to have had a choice though.
I look around the shops at the Fiveways.
It’s baked, obviously, at their bakery down in the Baltic Triangle. But for the last few months they’ve been open here from 3:00 ’til 6:00 Tuesday to Friday. So this is where I always buy our bread now.
Back home then, fulfilled, with books and bread from around the neighbourhood.