I really should never be left alone in a library or bookstore.
Today, I went to pick up Catching Fire from the library. Unfortunately, I decided to bring my sister along with me. I swear all I was going to do was pick up the book. Then I was going to go home. That was the plan. Things never go as planned in my life.
After I picked up the book, I placed it inside my knapsack and whistled the Hunger Games tune (you know, the one Rue did) to find my little sister. She was in the non-fiction section apparently looking up material for study and research. I know, weird right? So, I casually wandered over to the teen section and began to peruse the selection. I noticed that my library has a nasty habit of having only the first and last book in a series. For example, when I went to pick up the Hunger Games series last week, they only had The Hunger Games and Mockingjay. Now they had Catching Fire, but not Mockingjay. Not very helpful, but I digress.
I ended up finding the first and second book of a series, picked them off the shelf, and wrapped my arms around them. I walked over to see if my sister was done looking up stuff. Now she had a large pile of gigantic books and told me that she’d be done in a moment. I warned her of the consequences of leaving me unattended next to shelves of books. I tried to stay away, reminding myself of the book I have to read for my literature study. And then I caved and began going through the shelves again, this time picking three books off the shelf.
Finally, she was done and at the counter. But there was a line behind her. How had this happened? Because I get impatient in lines and I knew that the line would thin out in a moment, I turned around to browse some more. And then I saw it and my mouth nearly watered. A big sign that said “Book Sale.” I am not proud to admit that I squealed like a little child and walked right over and picked a book off the shelf. But how could I not. The tag on the back of the book said it cost 28 bucks. I got it for one!
Then we went home. If you don’t see me again for a week, just know that I’m probably somewhere reading and being extremely antisocial.
Please tell me I’m not the only one who has this reaction to books. Have you ever had a similar experience?