That was a lie.
I’ve been good for almost 3 months since stepping foot in a book store, but like a true addict, I took one step into the downtown Barnes & Noble and there was no turning back. I just couldn't resist the florescent lighting, smell of the freshly printed word, judging all the covers (because you totally can), and being surrounded by other readers.
As I was strolling through the store, I had six books in hand and the latest New Yorker. This was obviously me binging so I carefully and painfully put most of the books back and I settled on just 2 books:
The Big Short - Michael Lewis (admittedly just for Book Club)
David Copperfield – Charles Dickens
I have high hopes for the later. I’ve been searching for a very specific type of book that will provided a very specific experience. I think this might be it.
And I promise, the next time I move I’ll move all the book boxes myself. For reals promise, not like that first fake promise about me not buying any more books.
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