| On why I no longer regularly purchase books. |
[Oct. 20th, 2009|11:59 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | Expo '86, Death Cab For Cutie | ] |
This morning I wandered into Basement Books. I noticed that they happened to have I Am Not Esther on sale for $2.
(Aside: My choice of purchase there may need a bit of explanation; one of the key books from my childhood was a short (probably 15 sentence) picture book by the same author. If anyone ever sees a copy of A Surprise For Anna by Fleur Beale available anywhere, buy it for me and I'll pay you back. Probably pay you more than you paid, even.)
Anyway, so I had this book. I read a few pages as I walked to the office, a few more during my lunch break, and a few more after work. ...I finished the entire novel before 7pm, on a day when I had a Hell of a lot of other stuff on.
Admittedly, it's only 150 pages of not terribly taxing content (it's a young adult novel, for starters), but still. If I'd paid full price for the book? I would not have been rapt.
(As another aside, this is why I picked up fantasy in primary school. Even I am unable to get through a 600 page tome in a single day. ...Unless I really work at it.)
-Mmaster |
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