I don’t need to worry about where my next book is coming from for the foreseeable future. Yesterday, Danger and I picked up a tidy stack of second hand literature from The Summer Hill Spring Fair. $15 for a whole box.
Only problem is, now I’m greedy to read.
I want to devour every book posthaste. I don’t have the patience to calmly read one after the other in a leisurely fashion. It reminds me of when you do a mega grocery shop and get a trolley-full of yummy deliciouses. You want to eat it all in the first day. It’s kinda stressful.