Knock me over.
... but that 1024-page fantasy novel was not in sight.
“Do you need a box for your books, madam?”
“No, it’s okay, I’m fine,” I replied, silently agonizing over his usage of the word madam and defiantly juggling with the books that threatened to slip away from my grasp.
No Forgotten Realms, no Dragonlance. Somehow I ended up grabbing books that scream award-winner-of-this and bestsellers-list-that. Like a sheep, I am afraid. Baa.
I also got a rather tattered copy of a book, too – it looked so horrible, I feel like disposing of it already. I have no idea how it came home with me.
The novelty of going to book warehouse sales is fast running out. I need something more exciting the next time around.
Now, if only music CDs and movie DVDs are available at such rock-bottom prices and variety, too…
It’ll feel like it should.