I’m not a seeking divorcee like Robert Mitchum in the film with Shirley MacLaine, but I found two books at the store today that I did not purchase, that I considered future good reads.

I’d had a nice haircut and bought lunch out, and the books were pricey (for me), and I was not super hungry, with two to three books going at home.

The books looked very well written. One author I recognized from my mom’s and also my late grandmother’s shelves, Henning Mankell.

The book was called Faceless Killers, and the crime looked a little gruesome, but they guy penned some good words, and the characters and settings looked interesting.

Wanting to find still more new stuff, having exhausted the Dick Francis canon several times over forty years (yes), I spotted several spines by a writer I “met” in Writer’s Digest, Robert Dugoni, and in particular, his Russian spy novel, The Last Agent (part of a trilogy).

The used bookstore charges a good bit more for writers that seem to hold their value, and for this successful writer, who was not a household name, the prices on the books were fairly significant, given, they were nice, large, handsome editions.

I perused some pages and was not disappointed. I like to help fund the bookstore, but not today; I’ll probably come back later and spend a few bucks on a worthy cause and scintillating adventure on paper.

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