Whenever I'm at Booksale, I get lost in my own little world.
The place is like a treasure trove full of books. The thrill of not knowing what you'll find, the calming effect of aimlessly reading titles after titles, the feel of books, the simple pleasure of unearthing a book you never thought you'd wanted or find. I could go on and on for days just tasting unfamiliar titles on my lips. I'd read every last one, row after row, and tuck them back in place. I blame a minor OCD to leave no book unturned though it's also sort of a craving you just have to satisfy.
I picked up four good books (based on my hunch, and okay, the synopsis) before deciding to get Gatsby's Girl by Caroline Preston.
Though I don't get lucky every time I visit. But it's been a long time so I think the book gods put the odds in my favor.
Sad the long weekend's over.. but we'll be having another holiday next week. And it's my birthday!!!
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