Books For Sale
I’m not sure I could really explain why I wanted to go along for the ride to Goodwill with Stephanie and her mom on Sunday morning, but the trip proved to be so serendipitous that I refuse to ponder too deeply the whys and wherefores. While they perused the racks for maternity clothes, I wandered across the room towards the books section. Signs there advertised prices of ninety-nine cents for soft-covers and a buck ninety-nine for hard-covers. I figured, how can you go wrong? So, I started to browse, not thinking I’d find anything of much interest. But then I found one book, and then another, and then—you guessed it—another.
It started off innocently enough, this shopping spree. The first book I noticed was a hard-cover copy of Irving’s The Hotel New Hampshire, which had found its way on to and off of my reading lists several times over the course of my Lesley career. I picked it up, figuring that spending two bucks on a book I’d been told countless times I should read would not be a bad investment. It wasn’t long after that when things started to get out of hand. I found a copy of Franzen’s The Corrections, which I would never pay cover price for, given the mixed reviews I’ve read/heard. There were decent copies of Gatsby and The Catcher in the Rye, books I didn’t own, and, in the case of Catcher in the Rye, had never read. And I couldn’t resist picking up a copy of The Grapes of Wrath, which I’d been meaning to re-read for ages. And then there was The Perfect Storm and We Were the Mulvaneys and then, finally, they were done, and I stopped.
All told, I only spent ten bucks. But when you consider that Stephanie spent only half of that on the two clothing items she picked up, which was what we’d come in for in the first place, I suppose you could say that I got a little out of hand. But nobody thought that my splurging was a bad thing, and I even managed to not give myself a hard time about it.
All in all, it was a relaxing day with only half as much traveling involved as the day before. We had a nice dinner with Julee, Alex, Mike, and Artem, and then we headed home, trying our best to keep the radio off so as not to get bent out of shape about the Patriots game, which was already out of hand by the time we were on our way.