Recently a friend of mine shared a meme that said something along the lines of “I have twenty unread books but I really, really need to buy this one.”
That’s so cute.
Periodically I hear about friends who decide to
torture themselves save money for a period of time with a book buying hiatus. And my reaction is always the same: “Oh, I could totally do that. I mean, why would I want to?! But, yeah, I totally could stop buying books.”
So yesterday I decided to give it a whirl.
|A 1961 New York Times collection, and a darling cookbook in Italian and English.|
Then, at work, on a break, I took a stroll over to the student union building with my pal Melissa. And, lo, the bookstore was having a sale, and I accidentally bought two cookbooks. For less than a latte.
When I got home, I found that a book had arrived in the mail for me. I accidentally ordered the same one twice, for a penny plus shipping. (If anyone wants a copy of Why the Right Went Wrong, hit me.)
|"Look! Look, Mom! All our liberal elite reading materials |
came in the mail today!"
See? No problemo.
I think I’m going to like this project.