WotD Omnibus: Early Spring Flowers

If anyone can tell me why the fuck LJ is leaving so much empty space here, I'll be eternally grateful. Edit: Thank you, my LJ HTML Team!

Galanthus nivalis	Crocus vernus	Scilla siberica	Eranthis hyemalis	Iris reticulata
das (Kleine) Schneeglöckchen	der Frühlings-Krokus	die Sibirische Sternhyazinthe der Sibirische Blaustern	der Winterling	die Netzblatt-Schwertlilie
het (gewoon) sneeuwklokje	de bonte krokus	de Oosterse sterhyacint	de winterakoniet	het dwergirisje
la campanilla de invierno	el azafrán silvestre	l'esquila de Siberia?	el acónito de invierno	el iris reticulado?
el lliri de neu	el safrà de muntanya	l'escil·la de Sibèria?	l'el·lèbor d'hivern	l'iris reticulat?
le perce-neige	le crocus printanier	la scille de Sibérie	l'hellébore d'hiver	l'iris réticulé
yr eirlys	y gannwyl Mair saffrwm y Gwanwyn	y seren Siberia	bleidd-dag y gaeaf	yr ellesgen rwydog?
an plúirín sneachta	cróch an earraigh	sciolla na Sibéire?	an dáthabha geimhridh	an corrfheileastram?
스노드롭	크로커스	시베리아무릇	너도바람꽃	난장이아이리스
雪花蓮	荷蘭番紅花	西伯利亞綿枣兒	冬菟葵	網紋鳶尾

My booklust cannot be sated!

In the course of the past week, I've hit Howard's Books, Armadillo's Pillow, and Amaranth Books (twice!). So when I found myself at a tea party in Wicker Park today, it was only natural that I should plan a side trip to Myopic Books. It was the best choice to finish with--titles I sought in vain at the other three stores just fell into my hands there. Between the four of them, I've definitely hit my $100 limit--not to mention stockpiled enough literature to last me into next year. Here's the combined haul:

Poetry/Short stories

1. Irish folk tales. Edited by Henry Glassie. Some real gems in this one, most in that painfully literal "from te Oirish" diction that's like conversing with a leprechaun.
2. O'Connor, Frank. Collected stories.
3. Soueif, Ahdaf. Sandpiper. An impulse purchase for the next time I'm in the mood for some Arab fiction. If it works out, I may return for some of her novels.
4. Stein, Kurt M. Die allerschönste Lengevitch. A sequel of sorts to Die schönste Lengevitch, one of the jewels of my collection. Have no fear: watch this space and you will see excerpts!
5. Welty, Eudora. The collected stories of Eudora Welty. Turned out I didn't have this at the other place--or if it's there, it's unfindable, which amounts to pretty much the same thing.

Novels

1. Gadda, Carlo Emilia. Quell merdé hurrible de Via Merulana (Catalan translation of Quer pasticciaccio brutto de via Merulana by Josep Julià.) Every trip, you find a book so bizarre that you simply must buy it. Since I picked this one up, I was able to leave the anthropological study of Punjabi immigrants in Mexico on the shelf.
2. Khoury, Elias. Yalo. His previous novel, set in the hospital of a Palestinian refugee camp, was just a bit too sunny for me, so I picked up this one about a prisoner being interrogated in an Israeli military prison. I'm sure it'll be a gas.
3. Mistry, Rohinton. A fine balance. I haven't read the 300-page novel I have from him, so naturally I went out and bought another twice as long.
4. Moore, Brian. The emperor of ice cream. Seen this for outrageous prices on Amazon; snapped it up for $2.95 from Myopic. Life is great--particularly when your hometown isn't under foreign occupation.
5. O'Faolain, Julia. The Irish signorina. As with O'Connor, I was sufficiently impressed by her contribution to my Penguin anthology to give this a whirl. At least it's short and will probably read quickly.
6. Undset, Sigrid. Kristin Lavransdatter III: The cross. Please, Gods, let this be the volume my set at home is lacking!
7. Vanderhaeghe, Guy. The Englishman's boy. Stumbled across this on a Wikipedia browse and was sufficiently intrigued to hunt it down. If it blows, blame Bob Hoskins.

Nonfiction

1. Jacobs, Jane. The death and life of great American cities. She comes very highly recommended and it's about time I learned more about the places where I've spent nearly my entire life.
2. Kelly, Sean and Rogers, Rosemary. Saints Preserve Us! A highly enjoyable tour of Catholic hagiography. I've been looking for my own copy ever since bunj schnagged one for himself.
3. Matthews, James. Voices: a life of Frank O'Connor. At only $5, another impulse purchase. Hopefully it's not as shite a biography as the introduction to the Collected stories.
4. O'Connor, Frank. An only child. Best summed up by your man's famous line, "To have grown up in an Irish provincial town in the first quarter of the twentieth century was to have known the nineteenth century novel as a contemporary art form."
5. Twain, Mark. The autobiography of Mark Twain. Only days ago, I'd been saying that I should like to read more Twain. If this is half as entertaining as it has any right to be, it'll be twice as enjoyable as any other book I'll read this year.