So, I went to New York with 4 books, and have returned with 12, only having read about 75% of one. Oops.
The haul purchased there was as follows (affiliate links):
The Year of Magical Thinking (Joan Didion)
How It All Began (Penelope Lively)
(and a mug)
NY Public Library: 1 mug (out of which I am currently drinking jetlag-defying coffee), no books. I was sorely tempted by assorted reading journals/”read this next” but… somehow not.
At the airport, using up spare USD currency:
The Translator (Nina Schuyler)
State of Wonder (Ann Patchett) – I have my suspicions I already own this?
King and Maxwell (David Baldacci) – it’s been several years since I read one of Baldacci’s thrillers and my favourites were those featuring Sean King and Michelle Maxwell…
The Racketeer (John Grisham) – latest Grisham, ’nuff said.
I return to the UK with USD 3.01 left. That feels like success to me.