Book Report #49

Sixpence House by Paul Collins

There is a town straddling Wales and England that has forty bookstores and a population of only 1,500. San Franciscan Collins writes about his intended move to Hay-On-Wye and includes an abundance of silly references to obscure texts. At first, I was utterly confused. There was no clear plot. Still, this didn't make me put the book down. By the hundredth page I admitted that I was charmed. It had to have something to do with the plethora of dry, British humor.

General consensus*: Perfect Sunday reading for bibliophiles.

*According to a SAT grammar test I just took I'm a redundant arse for putting "general" before "consensus." Suck it, SAT. I don't need your judgment.