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Who was I kidding, with the "following my dad and his friends around used book stores" thing?

Who do I think I am, someone other than Fred Phillips's daughter? I got three new books, and only because I was very restrained. There is no following with me and used-book stores; there is browsing, and there is buying.

New favourite used-book store: Housing Works Used Book Cafe. How had I never been there before?

Dad got me a present, an old, hardcover edition of Gulliver's Travels that I'd been browsing-- judging the book by its cover, which is the real pretty gold-stamped creaky hardcover variety I'm a sucker for. I discovered on the subway home an inscription in an elegant, old-fashioned scrawl:

Master Harry Ingraham,
from his friend
J. Lyman Mcveagh (?)

Christmas - 1881 -

Awesome. Maybe it was this Harry Ingraham, whose family was apparently into inscribing books...

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