I found quite a few books today.
"The Seven Secrets" sounded interesting so I took a look at the book — but not even the fact that Queen Alexandra was one of Mr. Le Queux's most ardent admires — made the book less boring. But there were still enough to keep me occupied most of the day.
Next title to catch my eye was "Cobwebs from a Library Corner" by John Kendrick Bangs from 1899. It turned out to be poetry — very light poetry but sometimes amusing.
A POET’S FAD
He writes bad verse on principle,
E’en though it does not sell.
He thinks the plan original—
So many folk write well.
THE POET UNDONE
He was a poet born, but unkind Fate
Once doomed him for his verses to be paid,
Whereon he left the poet-born’s estate
And wrote like one who’d happened to be made.
Flying is one of my passions (sailplaning) — but since I got grounded due to health reasons, reading about it is as close I get. "Learning to Fly — A Practical Manual for Beginners" by Claude Grahame — White Harry Harper, has lovely photos of old machines — and it looks much more adventurous than modern sailplaning.
I love all the books by L. Leslie Brooke that I've seen. Today I fell in love with his "The Tailor and the Crow, An Old Rhyme with New Drawings". Isn't this tipsy pig wonderful?