It's not the second Tuesday

We had our “second Tuesday of the month” meetup tonight, despite this only being the first Tuesday of November. That’s because last year we were caught out by the second Tuesday of November being Cup Day, when everyone in Christchurch who’s anyone (and most of the people who aren’t anyone) goes to the races and then goes out for dinner afterwards. So finding a table at a restaurant (and especially finding a table for an indeterminant number of people somewhere between 2 and 10 because bookcrossers are terrible at RSVPing so we never know who’s coming until they turn up) becomes impossible. Which is why we ended up having a meetup at KFC last year. So this year we decided we’d avoid Cup Day by having our meetup a week early.

A good turnout again: me and MrPloppy, lytteltonwitch, awhina and meerkitten, and Cathytay and daveytay. The table was groaning with books, too. I contributed The Cat Who Brought Down the House by Lilian Jackson Braun, Ultra by Tim Sebastian, Black Out by John Lawton, The Newtonian Casino by Thomas A Bass, and Year of Wonders by Geraldine Brooks, and lent Sentence of Marriage to awhina (I hadn’t decided whether I want to release it or not (I register all my books now, whether I’m intending to release them or not), so I said I wanted it back when she’s read it, but she’s hoping I’ll let her release it as part of the mass themed release for her wedding day in April. We’ll see…)

I picked up a few books for myself (Frangipani by Célestine Hitiura Vaite, Fatal Voyage by Kathy Reichs, and Why Do Clocks Run Clockwise by David Feldman), plus a couple of books to pass on to other people (To Ride a Silver Broomstick by Silver RavenWolf to send to a non-bookcrossing friend, and Paper Nautilus by Nicholas Jose to take up to Wellington for Sherlockfan), and then at the end of the evening I gathered up the unwanted books that were left on the table and said I’d take them up to Wellington too, so MrPloppy (who had also grabbed a few books for himself) and I went home with heavy bags (especially considering we’d been into the library on our way to the cafe and had picked up a couple of books each there too!)


Currently reading: Miss Garnet’s Angel by Salley Vickers (when I feel like something intelligent) and Altar Ego by Kathy Lette (when I feel like something brainless)

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  1. No, the "one person" was actually me 🙂

    I might keep writing it up for my own interest. It was all getting a bit literary and allusive (yes, I mean allusive, not elusive). If it doesn’t come out too pretentious, and if it makes sense, I may well post it.

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