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I lived on second-hand bookstore paperbacks, and browsed the charity shops as well. For a while I was a rail commuter and read on the train, but mostly I went to work by car, so reading was a weekend and evening pursuit. When I moved house, most of them went to Op Shops (the good condition ones) or into the bin if they were tatty.
Once, in the UK, I stayed in a pub in a village rear Rutland, and they had a rack of old books in the front bar. That night I got to read "Ice Cold in Alex", a ww2 book. Can't recall the author.
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