boooooooks

Good news: I dragged in two bags full of books to the Trade-A-Book and they took almost all of them. The ones they didn't take, I was told to bring back a little later as they were just a matter of we have too many at the moment.
Good news, the second: They had a few books I actually wanted.
Bad news: I immediately burned through all my credit and then went off into the land of why, oh why, did I spend a small fortune on books I'd probably be better off buying in lots off ebay?
The answer: I'm an idiot.

Silver lining is that if I go the lot-route and end up with better versions or even just doubles, all the ones I just bought can be returned, guarenteed.

Now, the usual rant. I looooove going to that bookstore, I do, because it's an awful lot like wandering into someone's library and beind told to pick out whatever you like. The downside is that it's an awful lot like wandering into someone's library and realizing they've had the exact same books for the last three years. This is particularly awesome if you're always a couple of bucks short and really want that one book, but you always find something you want more... as it means that it will probably still be there the next time you visit. On the other hand, if you've been waiting for a better version of something to come along, you're in for a looooooong wait.
Don't you love how it's all vague and unless you've been paying freakishly close attention you don't necessarily realize I just bought way too many Sweet Valley books? Mmmhmm, I know. What's worse is that it was the Twins series, which I used to have maybe half of when I was younger, but sometime when we moved so many years ago, they appear to have been lost. Ditto for my ever so impressive collection of BSC books. This bugs me for all kinds of reasons. I don't like buying the same book over and over again to begin with, but sometimes I'll snag different versions [new covers, foreign editions] for superficial reasons. However, my SVT and BSC books were pretty much the result of my grandmother and my great aunt buying me books every summer when I would go to visit.
This icon is from one of the books they bought me shortly after I had to get glasses and was not taking it well. But I cannot find my copy of the book anywhere. So I had to buy said book again yesterday. Vexing.
( In which I bitch. )

In other news, the fun thing about being subscribed to three or four magazines is that once a month I'm pretty much guarenteed something in the mail. Now, if my other book and my clothes would arrive...

Now I'm off to the warm and cuddly land of fluffy stuff.