My cyber-friend, the indefatigable poet/fictioneer/raconteur/dream-journalist William Michaelian, occasionally posts news of books discovered at various used-book haunts. As an addict of used—no, not “pre-owned”—books and the stores that stock them (my wife and I owned such a store for a few years), I always enjoy these posts. And so I’ve decided to post my own “reading journal,” most of which will deal with used books. I rarely buy new books, in part because my reading appetite is bigger than my budget, and in part because used book stores thrive on a level of serendipity I happen to love.Read More