Needle in a Haystack

On a lazy Friday afternoon free of work and toil, I decided to look for Sherrilyn Kenyon, eponymous author of 'paranormal romances with attitude.' I wanted to get my feet wet, so to speak. I haven't read her and before I shell out lavish amounts of cash on brand new paperbacks - I'm especially intrigued by her Dark Hunter series - decided it may be a good idea to save a little and see if Booksale had a couple of her novels. I'd see if I liked it.

Let's face it, I enjoy curling up somewhere and losing myself in a deliciously trashy story of love lost and won back. Sometimes real love is so much work. Escape is the answer.

After an hour and a half spent on my knees poking through stacks of paperbacks, I came to the realization that Booksale is probably owned by Sue 'E is for Effort' Grafton, judging from the sheer number of her books they carry. I'd found about five copies of the New Testament, a number of John Le Carre's, Belva Plains, forgettable vanity projects, Avon/St. Martin/Leisure/Harlequin/Silhouette/Penguin etc. books, but no Sherrilyn Kenyon. I'd have thought a couple of her books would've trickled down to La Sugbu, seeing as she's published a million times over. But no. Of course the one author I wanted to find is nowhere in sight. Why am I not surprised?

Or maybe the buzzards got there before I did. Curses!

If anything, at least I found a copy of T.H. White's 'The Once and Future King'. After much hemming and hawing, decided not to buy it. I'm not feeling very fantasy-esque at the moment. I need trash, glorious trash. On the cheap. New books are so expensive. Sob.