My sister and I were out looking for a particular store that sells chef's hats (for my nephew, but that's another story), when we drove past a warehouse that had a small sign out beside the entrance. "Closing Business", it said. "Book Sale". We discovered our store was closed, so we stopped in on the warehouse book sale on our way back home. We never pass up a book sale.
We were in book heaven. Any three books for five bucks. A whole warehouse full. Apparently it's a husband/wife business, and they closed their retail store about a year ago, sold their books online for awhile, and now just want to get rid of the stock and retire. They had a huge selection, like your regular bookstore.
Any three books for five bucks. I had a hundred dollar bill mad money stashed in my wallet.
There is something wonderful about books; I'm not certain what it is. The act of turning a page, of resting a book on your lap or stomach or any accomodating surface, of being sucked into a world not of your thought or device. The outward peace of it, while inside your reading mind you are living turbulent and wonderful lives. The ultimate stay-cation.
When we came out I had 55 dollars left.
We're going back tomorrow.
Lovely Books.
Blog entry posted by Homebody, Jul 14, 2011.
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