Today has been a good day. One of the highlights was catching X-Men: Days of Future Past with the Spawn. We both had a good time, and agreed that a highlight was a set piece involving Quicksilver during a rescue mission. The film is set largely in 1973, and there’s a certain kick to the whole thing, including Richard Nixon’s significant role and a bit of twisted history (which gave me several chuckles.) The Spawn was fascinated by the design and style of 1973. “I lived through the 70s,” I told her. “They weren’t pretty in person.” I’m not sure she believes me — I may have to refer her to James Lileks.
The other cool thing showed up in today’s mail. When I ordered Larry’s book, I also spent five bucks on another book I lost to the Rodent Menace back at Spackle Manor. The book is Jonathan Valin‘s antepenultimate Harry Stoner novel, Second Chance. The Stoner books are set in my old Cincinnati stomping grounds, and I like them both because they’re good and because they taught me that I could set my own crime fiction there. Second Chance is probably the darkest of the series, and the book that followed it, The Music Lovers, may well have been an attempt by Valin to get out from under that cloud. After one more book, he moved full time into music and stereo reviewing. (I wonder how much mp3’s make him cringe.)
As it happened, I went ahead and ordered the copy from a shop that is distributed via Amazon, just because I was debating whether or not to go for the $35 “free shipping” route (I didn’t.) So anyway, the book showed up this morning. I got it out of the envelope, and discovered something had happened again:
As it happens, it’s inscribed to the previous owner, whose first name is stamped on the first page. But that doesn’t bug me — I just think it’s cool to have another signed book for my shelves. (I may accumulate them, but for me the value is the coolness, not the resale value.)
As I said, a good day — with two days of weekend to go.