the three musketeers penguin classics deluxe edition

Try to sum that up in two pages! And what’s Les Mis like in 3,000 words or less?īut underneath that joke was a little sincere curiosity - what is File No. Let’s read what they have to say about Moby-Dick, I thought. Of course the very idea of a book composed solely of the plots of other books is ridiculous, and I bought it mostly as a joke. 113, which I didn’t know was a book at all and which frankly sounds awful.

But there’s also Ivanhoe, which I’ve read, and Ben-Hur, which I haven’t, despite my grandfather’s frequent prodding, and then there’s something called File No. Among them are the usual classics - Moby-Dick, Huckleberry Finn, The Odyssey, Little Women. Only last week did I actually check through which 101 novels are immortalized as “best.” Collected and printed by Barnes & Noble in 1962, 29 years before I was born, that 101 includes only 56 titles I recognize. Three months later, I found it again while straightening up my apartment. I bought the book for 80 cents, took it home, and immediately forgot all about it. But on this particular trip, I spotted a bottle-green book marked Plot Outlines of 101 Best Novels on the first and only shelf I looked into, and promptly added it to my cache of broken and cast-off items. Aside from the typical thrift store celebrity memoirs, Christian romances, and cookbooks, there isn’t much selection, and my attention is usually too absorbed in comparing polyester shirts and chipped coffee mugs to even browse. My cousins and I usually avoid this area - it’s a little creepy, even for our Southern Gothic tastes, and the books aren’t very appealing. there’s a dark, water-damaged corner with a few bookcases, which someone half-heartedly started organizing five years ago and then abandoned. Everything feels like it came from the home of a retired rancher who also happened to be something of a fashion plate in the '80s.

is a store with a wall of dusty coffee carafes, their matching coffee makers long lost, bins of fuzzy toys still full of fleas, and tables stacked with naked VHS tapes and elementary school dioramas. This isn’t one of those classed-up thrift stores one sometimes finds in cities, full of marked-down designer goods and “hidden gems.” The D.A.V. is little more than a shack with a cracked concrete front porch and dumpsters full of castoff donations in the back. A quick walk down the street from my grandparents’ house, the local D.A.V. As always happens when my cousins and I find ourselves in our ancestral home for any extended time, full of ham and sick to death of Friends reruns, we eventually made our annual pilgrimage to the thrift store. Last winter I visited family in the Texas Hill Country for the holiday.

The three musketeers penguin classics deluxe edition