Since the 1980s there’s been an annual book sale at the Regent Theatre. I used to attend them all—even sorted as a volunteer. But in Japan, we missed the last 6.
It’s not as if we need more books. But to Mami and I they represent wealth. And I was able to please Mum with a smattering of Dutch and German reading matter.
I confined myself mainly to books in foreign languages—not the ‘How to learn’, just those written in another language itself. I got about 20, I guess.
Now then—where shall I put them? Hotere House?
