I guess its a good thing that I have enough people in my life to put caps on my book buying binges, or else it would just never end.
When I went to Powell’s Bookstore in Portland, I was put on a strict 2 book limit…(not easy to do), and then I had to forfeit over my wallet to my boyfriend when we went to a local library book sales yesterday. I did manage to purchase a couple of books when he wasn’t looking. I am going to Powell’s sister store in Chicago at the end of May. =) That should be exciting.
I got a collection of headlines from the SF Chronicle from 1865-1988; City of Falling Angels by John Berendt (author of Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil), Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress by Dai Sijie; and Chang and Eng by Darin Strauss.
I can’t wait to start reading. I’ve been avoiding library book sales because its too hard to have will power when surrounded by so many $1.oo books. Space is no longer an issue at this point. I need chaperones when I go. Not one, but two. The library where I work has bag sales, $5.oo for all you can fit. And the bags are the big Trader Joe’s paper bags. Its amazing how unknown organizational skills can appear on these days to cram in 20+ paperbacks. I used to volunteer to work the book sales, and they would give the volunteers a free bag of books for the day’s work, but I had to put a stop to that. I have made it a rule to spend bookstore gift cards on Sudoku and Crossword Puzzle books.
The funny part, is that as much as my friends and family minutely monitor and try to end my book-buying, I have a friend who smuggles me books on my birthdays and other gift-giving holidays. She’s my underground railroad of literature, although its been graphic novels lately.