Over the past few days, I've been sick abed and working the page-turners: P.G. Wodehouse (the Jeeves Omnibus, including "Carry On, Jeeves" and "The Inimitable Jeeves"; I wish I had some Blandings books handy); John Grisham ("The Chamber"); Stephen King ("Pet Sematary"); Dorothy Sayers ("Clouds of Witness"); and a very, very unwieldy paperback ed. of Cervantes' "Don Quixote".
Anna and I walked down to the main library and I read through a stack of shorter Jean Merrill books, but, alas, "The Pushcart War" was unavailable. For a public library, the SFPL has a dearth of available popular titles, and its small collection is oddly scattered to the branch libraries. I find this library system creepy for its inability to hang on to copies of books: of 10 copies of "The Pushcart War", not a single copy was available for circulation, and only one was actually checked out. To its credit, the SFPL has a netflix-like reservation system, and I can even choose the branch to which desired titles will go for my convenience.