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Books of my journey

We have visited several bookstores on our journey and just came home on threat of rain from the Crave coffee shop. We spent the longest time poring over our finds to the sound of thunder and sight of darkening sky.

However I brought several books with me, also.

  • The Route 66 Cookbook, Marian Clark, which I have been using as a guidebook to find unique places.
  • Indian Arts of the Southwest, Susanne and Jake Page, information on local reservations and the crafts particular tribes create.
  • Story Structure Architect, Victoria Schmidt, as I revise my stories.
  • Falcon's Haunt, Carol Warburton, a gothic novel set in historical Mexico. I always like to read a novel related to my vacation locale, and this was my closest find. I did however finish The Turquoise Mask, by Phyllis Whitney, last summer, which described Albuquerque and the surrounding countryside vividly.

From Collected Works, Santa Fe:

From Big Star Bookstore, Santa Fe:

From Bird Song Bookstore, Albuquerque:

There were so many others I wanted. It was difficult to keep the numbers down. When I get home I am going to start setting reading goals and priorities; however, High-spirited Women of the West may be read already by then.

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