Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Damn you, Borders. Damn you!
The kid and I went to Borders with what started as a very laser-like focus. I was going to buy only one book, the one needed for my next book club meeting. We go in, locate the only copy in the store, turn to leave. That's where I came face to face with a display of beautiful cloth-bound books. All classics. I felt my heart flutter and watched helplessly as my hand reached out and gently picked up Pride and Prejudice. Then slowly made my way to the register. Will? What will? I have none. For some reason, I don't feel too guilty about it, though.
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2 comments:
That's exactly why I am thinking about buying the girl a Nook or Kindle for her birthday. Every one book trip to the book store ends up costing me $50! But look at it this way you could have worse addictions. Reading isn't going to kill you. May make you broke but you'll live.
I would've done the same! Book stores are dangerous for me.
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