...in The Orange Toad, a lovely coffee house/used bookstore that I visit weekly. It's said to be Ethel Wilson's finest novel. I've always wanted to read it.
I also bought The Journals of Susanna Moodie by Margaret Atwood. I left The Orange Toad wondering who in the neck of these woods is filling its full literary section, hoping that I'd run into a who on the way out. No such luck.
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