Most women do shoes. I do books.

I made it to Borders this afternoon. Spent an hour there. It's like a normal woman walking into Tiffany & Co. Or New York & Co. Or like walking into heaven. One or the other. Can't decide which. I had a $25 gift card in my hand, but that's not enough, obviously. So I was sure to have backup - namely my checking account.

Shopping for books makes my heart beat a little faster. If I were on speed, I bet the feelings would be similar. I'm embarrassed to admit that.

I walked away with five new books, and I can't stop looking at them. They're so new. Crisp. Full of promise. Or at least full of enough pages to entertain me on down time.

  • "A Million Little Pieces" by James Frey
  • "Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen
  • "We Need to Talk About Kevin" by Lionel Shriver
  • "Anna Karenina" by Leo Tolstoy
  • "I Am Charlotte Simmons" by Tom Wolffe

I know. I bought Tolstoy, which sounds about as neat as reading the dictionary, but some books are classic. And just need to be read. And I know. James Frey made up the book. He's a jackass, etc., etc. But I've heard the book is still good.

Have you read any of them? Thoughts? Comments? Concerns?