While packing for this little trip home, I worked very hard to be reasonable. Not including my computer, journal, or planner, I brought only three books with me. I was proud of that.
My luggage didn't make my connecting flight, so my mom and I went shopping while we waited for my bag to arrive in Buffalo. We came across a bookstore -- one that was going out of business. Everything was 80% off. We spent $100. I bought at least a dozen books.
Last night, a book on my father's coffee table caught my attention. I picked it up, leafed through it, read a couple pages in the middle. I asked to borrow it, and I'm about halfway through now.
Three books, twelve books, and the one I end up reading.
Ridiculous.
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Similar story for me: I've been trying to reduce my book collection before I move. I visited my family for two days and came back with a new Bible, a three volume hardcover set of Charles Spurgeon commentaries, and two computer programming books.
:) I like it. And I don't think it's ridiculous.
I finally finished New Moon. On to Eclipse.
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