Friday, November 11, 2005

bookstores are dangerous things

I should not be allowed to enter a bookstore. There is a reason I don't spend a lot of time in them. It is too dangerous for me. Tonight I went to Barnes & Noble in search of the current issue of Relevant Magazine (though I gave them my new address, they must not have changed it because I have not received it in the mail despite my subscription - I'm calling up Cameron Strang and yelling at him tomorrow - just kidding Cameron!)... and left with the magazine and two books. Dang it! I didn't mean to - I swear! I just love books. I love reading them. I love the way they feel. The way they smell. The weight of them in my hands, the sound of the pages being turned. I have always loved books - growing up people would comment on how they would never see me without my nose in a book. Same today, I guess. I took a break during my stint in college simply because there wasn't time.

And now, I am settling down to a weekend with the apartment to myself. I plan on lighting some candles, brewing some coffee, and snuggling under a blanket with my new reads. Perhaps one of these days I will actually get a life.

If you're curious, here are the books I got:

The Jane Austen Book Club | Karen Joy Fowler - because my mind has been on Austen lately with the new Pride and Prejudice movie coming out soon. I heart Jane Austen.

The Alchemist | Paulo Coelho - on the recommendation of my friend Jill. She once read a bit of it aloud in our small group, and I fell in love but haven't had a chance to grab it and read it in its entirety.

Reviews coming soon...

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