I’ve yet to figure this out, “Austin means traffic congestion.” The two are synonymous. Outside of the downtown district? Parking, always an issue.
What an excellent find in the book store, epic in scope, and it was that nice little Sagittarius girl.
“I’ve got a degree in English Literature and I swore I’d never do this, work in a bookstore,” but then we discussed British authors, and I was looking for something British, and I walked away with a few books, but this one is especially good.
Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel (shortlisted for the Booker)
‘England was alway, the cardinal says, a miserable country, home to an outcast and abandoned people, who are working slowly towards their deliverance, and who are visited by God with special tribulations.’
My version? Uphill. In the snow. Barefoot. Mind you, it was uphill both ways.
The other time, same bookstore, decade earlier, I found a title by some Brit, sort of fiction/travel material, a little picaresque, about British lad traveling Texas. Would like to find something like that again. A few years back it was the Mexican Revolution history, rather a good read. Just never know.