Three dollars and 50 Cent.

Dear Self,

Hi. I'm not sure if we've had this conversation before, but hi, you are SO fantastic. You took yourself to the library last night to pick up the 7.9 books waiting for you on reserve, which brings your total number of books that need to be read by Dec. 26 to, like, 11.3, and you found yourself at a Used Book Sale.

For those of you who are wondering, a used book sale to myself is like an ice cold water sale for people in Hell.

Anyway, Self, I'm pretty sure you bought SEVEN (count them) hardcover books for $3.50. You now have The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown, hardcover, in your possession, and you only paid 50 cents for it. 50 CENTS! That's, like, one fabulous book for the price of one gangster rapper. (50 Cent. The rapper? Get it? No?)

And for those of you who are curious, because I know ALL of you care what used, slightly-disheveled books will now sit on my bookshelf, I also bought:

4th of July by James Patterson
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells
The Deep End of the Ocean by Jacquelyn Mitchard
The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd
A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein
Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt

It's like Christmas. Only, you know, not. Siiiiiiigh.

Sincerely,
Me

P.S. Write back soon