Big City Junk

Why would I buy a book by the same author as a piece of (true) junk that I rated with a 9? A delusion brought about by a temporary intoxication when something looks like it's populated with garage-sale design stylin' is my only excuse. Turns out that at least the author has some friends with interesting taste, so this book has some merit in featuring their hauls and creations. Displays of regional emphases available to junkers is also somewhat entertaining.) In the segments that feature the author's own junk collections, however, it's deja-vu of junk really equaling junk. (The habit has been passed on to her son, but his collections are not quite as crappy.) A significant improvement on the last read. Rated 6.