You can't have just one. Nossir, you can't.
For I tried.
I meandered over to Borders last night as part of a long list of errands I assigned myself, consisting mainly of things that I wanted to get but didn't really need. Typical.
I went to get a copy of Mitch Albom's For One More Day and ended up with a copy of The Time Traveler's Wife as well.
And it's because when I had the first book in hand, I couldn't conceive of just getting one. It was...impossible to wrap my mind around it, as though opportuntites to come to a bookstore were so rare that I couldn't pass up this opportunity to grab just one more book.
Nevermind that I already have shelf-fulls of books that I haven't read yet. Nevermind that I've already spent way too much money this week on non-essentials (like plane tickets & tickets to go see a local production of Hamlet (my absolutely favorite Shakespeare play) and, like, gasoline & stuff). Nevermind that those books will just sit on my shelf until I 'have time' (a non-existent yet hopeful-sounding imaginary future period of my life).
I bought them anyway.
And you know what? I still got a thrill from buying them. Yeah. Books just do that to me.
5 comments:
We know what you mean about collecting books!
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Andrea
That. Is an awesome site. I plan to spend some serious time there! :^)
Bwahaha. Me too, Beth, me too.
I'm such a sucker in a bookstore. Especially those used bookstores...because for some reason it's easier to justify my armloads of desired purchases when it's all dirt cheap. Only then the poor, married-to -a-grad-student part of me gets a visit from my bank account shoulder devil and I have to put most of them back. Man, though, if I had a million dollars....
That's why Borders gift cards are my favorite kind of present. That way the fun's already paid for, and I can walk in and get any darn book I want. Or two. :)
Oh, and Beth, Hamlet's my favorite, too.
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