The library sale turned out to be a bit of a bummer. I turned up, eager to spend some cash on pre-loved books in the name of charity, only to be disappointed. I didn’t see anything appealing. Plus, the jostle of vicious pensioners crowded around the one trestle table was just too claustrophobic for me. I had actually – shame, shame, shame – budgeted for spending a pretty penny at the book sale, so at least I have that money to save for a rainy day. Until then, another week and no new books. Also, every link that I gathered for this week seems a bit boring now that I look over them, so it’s a very quiet Book Loot post this week.

NaNoWriMo starts today, and for those of us that don’t have the drive or motivation to write 50,000 words in a month (“That’s not writing, that’s typing” as our good friend Truman once said.) a few of the good folk on 43things have committed to writing a hundred words each day in November. Hey, you may scoff, but at the end of the month that’s still 3000 words of my great Australian novel (ahem!) to be written that weren’t before.