Recently I was in Austin, Texas helping my brother-in-law get ready for an upcoming move. One of the things we did was sort through his books and figure out what would be kept and what would be sold. I offered to make the trip to Half Price Books to sell the box of culled books. Once there, the clerk told me it would take about fifteen minutes to assess how much they would give me for the books. Unfortunately, the buying counter was quite close to the "Books on Books" section. At first I thought I would just browse. Then one title ended up in my hand and then another. But wait, I didn't have room in my luggage take anything back to DC. I soon found myself, however, up at the information desk asking if they shipped books. Next thing I knew I had a rather heavy basket in my hand filled to the brim with books.
When all was said and done, my brother-in-law got $26.50 for his books and I ended up spending $152.00. I too, have been culling my books lately, so what in the world was I doing buying books? Having fun? Feeding an obsession? Feeding my soul? Yes, yes, and yes.
|Among the treasures: Two Anita Brookner hardcovers (one not pictured--now I only am misisng one|
AB first edition) and a Betty Smith novel I haven't read.
|I've seen so much about Enid Blyton on UK blogs, but I have never read any. How could I pass this up?|
|This kind of speaks for itself.|
|And then the Books on Books haul.|