I have a problem with books. I’ve always wanted tons of them. I want one of those stuffy Englishy libraries you see in movies with the spiral staircase that takes you up to the second floor of books.  I think that library needs a huge globe too.  Anyhow, my house doesn’t have a nice Englishy library, nor does it have an infinite amount of space, but that doesn’t hinder me (us, counting the BF who also has OCD-ish thrifting/collecting habits).

Here are some recent buys from the PCC swap meet, which happens the first Sunday of every month. It’s  less attended and therefore more manageable than the Rose Bowl swap meet, which is the weekend right after.  A lot of the same vendors appear at both swap meets too.  Besides, you have to pay to get into Rose Bowl, and on a hot summer day, the Rose Bowl and its miles of asphalt JUST SUCKS.  PCC swap is FREE, and is half outdoors, half inside a large parking structure, so you can escape the relentless sun while digging through boxes of records.

I’ve discovered now on the last few PCC runs that there is a rather handsome young bookseller who doesn’t have a booth. He just puts his books out on a huge blanket – and the books seem rather curated too, mostly history, art/photography, cookbooks, everything in good condition and not ridiculously priced either.  The last time I visited to this fine fellow I picked up a nice copy of Martha Stewart’s hors d’oeuvres book for $4.

Look for him next month!  He’s inside the parking structure.  Here are my last book grabs:

Buster photobombed this set up.

AND this one.

This book was a gift for the BF, who this year joined the Los Angeles Mycological Society.

Purchased almost completely because I’ve been playing waaaaay too much Assassin’s Creed 2 on the PS3, which is set in Renaissance Italy.  (Ending another blog post with an admission of dorkiness.)