Stopped at Uncle Hugo's for the first time in a while last night while waiting for P to get done with her overtime, talked with Ken Fletcher about fandom and manga and the new Harlequin romances that are like training wheels for Laurell K. Hamilton's pr0nographic horrorfantasies, and the surprisingly sizable collection of Napoleonic War novels that Uncle Edgar's has squirreled away amongst the police prodedurals and other mysteries. (For that matter, I could probably fill out my collection of Don Pendleton's magnum opus (sic) there as well, but that's another guilty pleasure for another time.) Anyway, it wasn't all conversation. I dropped about fifty bucks on the two-volume Demon Princes collection, Joan Vinge's Heaven Chronicles, A. E. van Vogt's Empire of the Atom and The Wizard of Linn and finally a replacement copy of For Us, The Living, for I must pay my debt to society - or at least the County Library - someday.
The rest of the evening is left as an exercise for the reader.