Ever drop a book in the tub? Do you remember which book?
I managed to fish out The City of Falling Angels fast enough to be able to read it to the end, but now it looks as if I'd dropped it into a Venetian canal. It's a great vicarious travel book. If I can't go back to Venice soon, I must look for it in films and novels.
Right before I moved to Minneapolis, years ago, I read War for the Oaks by Emma Bull, and realized later how much the Twin Cities were the heart of the novel. Long ago, I carried George Elliot's Romola around Florence. Most recently, I went to London so I reread Orlando before I left, Peter Ackroyd's Hawksmoor while I was there, and China Mieville's King Rat on the plane home.
Here's a brilliant site for travel-loving readers, or novel-loving voyagers: Londoner Jeff Cotton's Fictional Cities: Venice, Florence, London. I shall look later to see if there is a similar site for San Francisco--there must be.
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A wave caught my second year Portuguese language textbook. The glue did not dissolve, and the ink did not run, but it was otherwise in very poor shape. I was going to just buy another copy, but my mother dried it, ironed it, and took the sand out with an eyebrow brush.
Read on!
Ironed it? Page by page? wow.
She is something like a quadruple Virgo. This causes it (the perfect ironing). She could make a mint as a code hacker, she has that kind of patience and that kind of an eye for detail.
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