Book Sale!

Books sale in the liberal arts building! The History department was conducting a general purge of its library, with paperbacks for one dollar, hardbacks for three dollars, and textbooks for five dollars. I disregarded textbooks entirely and homed in on the histories, discovering a title on American expansion, one on the conquerors (of Britain, I suppose), and a trilogy on the kings of Merry Olde England. All told I spent a mere thirteen dollars on my new acquisitions!

I arrived early to said book sale so I helped to sort out and stack some books, browsing all the way. I received a free plastic sack for my troubles. Said the professor on staff, a younger fellow with a ponytail and soul patch, “Can I interest you in a FREE complimentary plastic book sack? It is also very useful for waist disposal, the asphyxiation of small animals, and makes a great urban tumbleweed!” I accepted gladly. As I strolled away he began a lament over his lack of stereotype; he was not too old, nor pretty, nor even big and threatening enough to scare away potential buyers; which left him out of sorts with regard to manning the table.

Later the next day, I spoke with my Christianity professor as I went down to the book sale again. Much to his delight, I spent a further seven dollars on works about medieval culture and politics (my professor was pleased to recognize several that he had donated to the sale), a bible commentary, and a novel titled Esau. It may be junk, but hey, it was only a buck.

The only problem now: what to do with my books? I always have great intentions to read every day and work through at least one book per semester, etc. yet inevitably, a combination of homework, social interaction (even if that means just sitting on the couch and watching a friend play Mariocart), and dilly-dallying leaves me with little time to read. As such, I do not have the time so late in the semester to read my new books, much as I would like to. I can’t even read the ones that I have brought from home, there is just no time at all, after the aforementioned time-taking escapades. And I really hate to just shelves the things until next semester. But wait! My mom is a history teacher!

So I off and packed the books back into their plastic sacks and toted them home. Mom was very pleased, and filed some away for later use while I stashed the thicker ones on the shelves with my other tomes of knowledge. Maybe come Christmas break – or graduation – I shall take the time to look through them.