It'll feel like it should.
Well, well, well.
The first row of tables had stacks upon stacks of self-help books. So did the second. At the third, I felt a pang of worry. Good grief, did I just step into a book fair that sells only self-help books? Hey, I did not come all the way here for-
Oh, there. Fiction. Right up my alley.
During my previous visit more than a year ago, I was armed with a “to-buy” list – not that it did me much good, really. This time around, I went through the tables methodically, without expectations and not looking for any particular book to bring home – although occasionally, I was hoping to stumble upon some hidden gems.
Unfortunately, it was not meant to be – there was not a book that I really, really, really! wanted to buy. For all I know, I could have been browsing and stalking down the aisles with a furrowed brow, trying in vain to compete with the other shoppers, who already have tons of books securely stored in their shopping baskets.
Minutes ticked by; I was hard pressed for time, and it made me more defiant.
“Since I’m already here, I might as well grab something – anything – and not leave empty-handed!”
I came off with impulsive, on-the-spot purchases. It was a time as good as any to buy a book by the attractiveness of its… cover.
To sum it up – I have to say that I was slightly disappointed by the variety of books on sale this time around. The availability of fantasy novels was limited, and none tickled my fancy. A certain blogger walked past (I think!) and I just stood there gaping for a bit.
Still, I would not mind indulging myself on a second trip there. The sight of numerous books – either with crisp, new pages, or yellowed, dog-eared ones – all laid out untidily on the tables… it sort of brainwashes you and pulls you in. And should you leave with your pockets any emptier, you do so with a broad smile on your face.