Today, I took a break from study and went to a book sale. Armed with my little suitcase on wheels and some enviro bags, I spent about four hours browsing rows and rows of books. Many genres; reference, children’s, hardcover, paperback. It’s really one of my favourite times of the year. Comes twice a year, beginning and middle time of the year.
Funny things is I’ve read only one in my own library. And my library is… Big. I catalogued them (that’s how I avoid buying doubles) and was disappointed. I didn’t get enough 😕 46, 47, 48, 49… One off 50. If I had of got 50 exactly, maybe I’d be satisfied… Nah, there’s no such thing when it comes to books!