This is a confession for the ages ..
Dearest, if you come across this while perusing this blog that you know I’m trying to keep up for the Slice of Life Challenge, well, you know how I am and what I’m all about. You can’t guess where all those stacks of books come from.. why we keep running out of bookkcase space and have to keep buying new ones to scatter our collections around the house. .. Baby, let’s just keep reading…
I launder books.
Yesterday, my bookish eldest daughter and I (we brought my middle daughter along as a conspirator) went bookstore hopping throughout the city. We started at the largest independent bookstore here in Austin, then progressed to the largest Half-Price, until we finally ended up at a Barnes and Noble uptown to just decompress with a couple of White Hot Chocolate Mochas.
My husband gave us an allotted budget — but it wasn’t an allotted budget, not really. He said “here’s cash and you have X on the card. Daughter has X amount, too.” I know he expected us to be reasonable, but, of course, that didn’t happen.
We bought books and notebooks and pencil cases and cutsey, booky stuff — whatever was our little carry basket. We tried to cull our finds, honestly, but by the time we hit the register, I was already thinking of ways to split the bill between daughter and me…
On to the next store..
Oh, Lord, what I found. Stuff! We split our bill again.
When we hit the final bookstore, mission creep finally hit, so I only bought 3 writing magazines (only!) before we trekked our way home.
I’m embarrassed to list the amount we spent. In my mind, I tell myself that this was our Spring Break Vacay. Some people spend it on shopping, nails, hair — we are book investors. But the price we pay to read and live readerly and writerly lives still bothers me..
Eldest daughter lamented with me while were on our way home. She told me about a time she and her friends were going over the price of their literary tastes..
Her friend remarked, “Drugs are cheaper..”
The price we pay..
My husband doesn’t know about this yet.