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Bookstore Nostalgia
Jan. 13th, 2005 10:04 amI went to Barnes and Noble today to use up my $10 gift card I got for Christmas from Maria's parents. They got me other things too, but a gift card for books always gets me jazzed.
I kept going over, in my head, what I was going to get, or at least what I wanted to get. I figured two good fantasy books would hold me for a week, and give me some good times in the future when I go back and reread them.
Excuse me, but when did books become so freakin' expensive? If I didn't have any cash on me, my $10 card would be good for exactly one book, and that was if I chose carefully. $8 a book? If I thought the authors saw a good portion of it, I'd say it was worth it, but I really don't think they see much.
Sorry to all my author friends on here, but it's time for me to take an hour trip to get to the best used book store I've ever seen, The Bookworm. (The link doesn't take you anywhere important unless you live in the area, and then it gives you the address and phone number.)
The Bookworm was the first place I have ever known to take old books, with almost no restrictions, and give you store credit on them to get new old books. To me, it was almost like my own personal lending library. If I didn't like a book that I bought there (for $.50), I could return it, get a quarter back on my initial investement, add a quarter to that, and buy a new book. All in all, I probably spent $20 there when I lived across the street, and got hundreds of books. Some I returned, others, like my Dean Koontz and Glen Cook books, still grace my shelves.
I called today, to make sure they were still in business. They are. This makes me very happy, despite the distance between where I live now, and where the store is. I must plan a quest to go there with a few friends, and a garbage-bag full of books.
Maria will be happy to see me get rid of some books. What she won't be happy with, however, is when I come back with twice as many. (*Insert Evil Laughter Here*)
I kept going over, in my head, what I was going to get, or at least what I wanted to get. I figured two good fantasy books would hold me for a week, and give me some good times in the future when I go back and reread them.
Excuse me, but when did books become so freakin' expensive? If I didn't have any cash on me, my $10 card would be good for exactly one book, and that was if I chose carefully. $8 a book? If I thought the authors saw a good portion of it, I'd say it was worth it, but I really don't think they see much.
Sorry to all my author friends on here, but it's time for me to take an hour trip to get to the best used book store I've ever seen, The Bookworm. (The link doesn't take you anywhere important unless you live in the area, and then it gives you the address and phone number.)
The Bookworm was the first place I have ever known to take old books, with almost no restrictions, and give you store credit on them to get new old books. To me, it was almost like my own personal lending library. If I didn't like a book that I bought there (for $.50), I could return it, get a quarter back on my initial investement, add a quarter to that, and buy a new book. All in all, I probably spent $20 there when I lived across the street, and got hundreds of books. Some I returned, others, like my Dean Koontz and Glen Cook books, still grace my shelves.
I called today, to make sure they were still in business. They are. This makes me very happy, despite the distance between where I live now, and where the store is. I must plan a quest to go there with a few friends, and a garbage-bag full of books.
Maria will be happy to see me get rid of some books. What she won't be happy with, however, is when I come back with twice as many. (*Insert Evil Laughter Here*)
