The Sensuous Sensation of Paper; Newberry Library Book Sale

I'm a cheap date.

Just give me a good book, my glasses and enough time like Burgess Meredith in the Twilight Zone episode pleaded for, and I'm a happy camper.

So what joy it was to learn the Newberry Library Book Fair is coming up soon; on July 28-31 at the Newberry Library located at 60 West Walton, Chicago. With over 120,000 used books in some 70 various categories, it is truly a bibliophile's dream.

I take CTA to it so I can only buy what I can carry.

And we still have time to donate, whether you have four books you're done with or someone's entire collections of LPs of days gone by. The Newberry Book Fair accepts all varieties of media, as I know. It's where my collection of many hundreds CDs went after I ripped them onto various devices: iPods, external hard drive, Google and Apple programs. One less thing to move next time, right?

It was announced at the Volunteer Luncheon on Friday that this years donations include masses of books in Italian and Spanish (reputed double the usual number on offer); plus more children's books than usual with an especial number of pop-up books (many of them new). Also CDs and records, some donated by me, some by the Lyric. Well, the list goes on and on. So truly, given entry to the sale is free-what else could you do on a sultry summer day in July?

According to the web site, Jo Anne Moore, Associate Director of Development Events is the contact for questions ( 312-255-3556). Or the public can keep abreast on the event through its blog.

So, excuse me now. There are books waiting for me.

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