Sorry, no lost in the stacks post today. I did look, and I had four very different books in my hands but I couldn't decide on one, and since I've been in a black mood of late I put them back. If I can't talk myself out of my mood I might take a little blogging break, but if I can I'll be back after the weekend (can't really leave a post called 'smelly in the stacks' hanging out there for days on end, can I), but at the moment it could go either way.
So Slyvia Thompson is not really lost in the stacks. She is a new addition to my own personal library. I borrowed this a while back through interlibrary loan. It had to go back half read, so I decided I could afford a nice inexpensive, used copy in order to finish reading. The first book I ordered went missing, but this second copy arrived this week. It's in pretty good condition for being 85 years old. I hope I look this good at that age, but I certainly hope I smell better!
The Hounds of Spring must have been sitting in someone's attic or basement as when you crack open the cover you are assaulted with the vintage aroma of must. I do like that old book authenticity, but I'd prefer not to read this one with a hanky dipped in lavender water pressed to my nose and mouth for 300+ pages. Any ideas of how to tone the musty smell down? I'm trying to air it out, but surely there must be a better solution?