1. I went in
search of a particular book from a bookstore this week.
2. Two days,
three bookstores, and about $20 worth of unrelated purchases later, I got the
lone copy on the shelf.
3. I realized
that if I had unlimited money, I’d spend so much on books.
4. I would also
have to build a house with a huge library to store said books.
5. Instead, I
spend rainy afternoons roaming bookstores, trying not to spend too much, but
still spending more than I should.
6. I find the
process of finding, purchasing, holding, and owning books almost as enjoyable
as reading. Reason #1 why I don’t even consider getting a Nook or Kindle.
7. Reason #2 is
that I was profoundly influenced by 1984, and I’m afraid information in digital
form will be altered and by hoarding hard copies I will be able to retain the
truth. I’m weird like that.
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