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Oct. 1st, 2008 12:02 pmAhh, Book Exchange. I'm awfully glad you moved the however many tenths of a mile closer, but you will forever disappoint me. And yet, at the same time, you will also provide me with giggles to last the whole day through. It was just after opening and someone else had already beaten me there. Someone fairly loud. She was hunting for very specific things, paranormal romance to be precise, and about the time I gave up looking for any Jim Butcher novels, I overheard her [because I have ears that work more than 20%] asking where, oh where, the LKH books were. Now, I'll admit that waaaaay back when, at the other location and back before it was all porn, all the time, I had to have the same question asked.
But it took a will of iron [and a fear of truly Southern Fried Accents] to not run over and ask which book she was looking for, and if she knew that the brain bleach could only dull the memory, not wipe it clean.
Naturally this was the ONLY book she didn't announce to the entire store. I suspect that had it been one of the later ones I own, I might have offered it to her for like, five bucks for the hardback, which would be infinitely cheaper than whatever BE would have asked.
As it was, I picked up one of the older Roswell books, a BSC Friends Forever book [Claudia Gets Her Guy, I think], one of the River Heights books, and a couple of the AG books [Meet Felicity in hardback, Very Funny, Elizabeth, and Kirsten Learns A Lesson]. You now know some of the crap that catches my attention when I'm shopping second hand. I'm tempted by so much more. I was thisclose to buying a whole bunch from possibly the Sweet Valley Jr. High series, maybe something else... Wait, no. California Diaries. Technically, I think I own them all, but I seem to have lost a couple over the years and I don't recall which ones. It's times like this I wish I had my cell again, because by now I would have put in a list of books I need and kept it there. You might say the same thing could be done via pen and paper and a note slipped in my purse.
You might not realize that my purse and I are only friends on trips of the long persuasion, including those to Target. Anything else and I like to fly solo.
I'm thinking I'm going to go around and have people snag boxes for me, as if I were to move. I will then box up my crap, shove it out of my room and into the crack den, and then slowly reintroduce it to my room, only this time it'll go where it needs to go. If I didn't loathe getting rid of things, I'd say things might find their way to new homes, but let's be honest. I'm a pack rat.
I'm just not sure when exactly I could do this.
So.
tired.
*dies*
But it took a will of iron [and a fear of truly Southern Fried Accents] to not run over and ask which book she was looking for, and if she knew that the brain bleach could only dull the memory, not wipe it clean.
Naturally this was the ONLY book she didn't announce to the entire store. I suspect that had it been one of the later ones I own, I might have offered it to her for like, five bucks for the hardback, which would be infinitely cheaper than whatever BE would have asked.
As it was, I picked up one of the older Roswell books, a BSC Friends Forever book [Claudia Gets Her Guy, I think], one of the River Heights books, and a couple of the AG books [Meet Felicity in hardback, Very Funny, Elizabeth, and Kirsten Learns A Lesson]. You now know some of the crap that catches my attention when I'm shopping second hand. I'm tempted by so much more. I was thisclose to buying a whole bunch from possibly the Sweet Valley Jr. High series, maybe something else... Wait, no. California Diaries. Technically, I think I own them all, but I seem to have lost a couple over the years and I don't recall which ones. It's times like this I wish I had my cell again, because by now I would have put in a list of books I need and kept it there. You might say the same thing could be done via pen and paper and a note slipped in my purse.
You might not realize that my purse and I are only friends on trips of the long persuasion, including those to Target. Anything else and I like to fly solo.
I'm thinking I'm going to go around and have people snag boxes for me, as if I were to move. I will then box up my crap, shove it out of my room and into the crack den, and then slowly reintroduce it to my room, only this time it'll go where it needs to go. If I didn't loathe getting rid of things, I'd say things might find their way to new homes, but let's be honest. I'm a pack rat.
I'm just not sure when exactly I could do this.
So.
tired.
*dies*