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Released at the Nottingham Bookcrossing Meet. If not picked up, it will be on the shelves downstairs.

Picked up at today's meet-up. To be added to my TBR pile.

"I am on the way to my first be-in," I told the bartender, "so I believe I will have a very dry Martini."
"What's a be-in?" the bartender asked me.
"A be-in is where everybody gets together and Is," I told him. "Love. Creativity. Music and happy and flowers." I took the be-in handbill out of my purse and consulted it. "Also Cecil Immensetter will read aloud his visualised Found Poem of Western History," I added. I put the handbill back into my purse and said, thoughtfully, "As a matter of fact, now that I think about Cecil and his visualised Found Poem I believe I'll change that to a double Martini."

I read the first couple of pages at the last BookCrossing in order to find out what this book was about, as it is an old hardback with no dust jacket, and then read a few more pages, and then decided to take it home with me. It's the story of how Irene Kampen returned to the University of Wisconsin to get the last few credits she needed to get her degree, 25 years after she left to get married in the middle of her senior year in 1943. Returning in 1968, the campus is full of hippies and rife with student protests, so it's a bit of a culture shock, especially when her room-mate and her friends, while friendly, tend to treat her as if she was out of the ark, and seem to think that she was last there in the flapper era rather than during WWII. She also gets drawn into socialising with members of the faculty after one of her lecturers realises that they were both in the same sorority.

A very amusing memoir, which rather reminded me of "Confessions of a Failed Southern Belle" in style.

"Welcome back," the bartender said to me. "How was the be-in?"
"It Was," I said. "Double Martini?" the bartender asked. I nodded. "How was Cecil Immensetter's visualised Found Poem of Western History?" he inquired.
"Long", I said.

I took this to the Nottingham BookCrossing meet-up in the cafe.

Picked up at the nottingham meet up. Isabel said it was very funny.

Enjoyed it. Thanks.

Left on the bookshelves