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?