I should be banned from anywhere that has books for sale.

[adelynne]

I was biking around yesterday (mainly for exercise, also for the thrill of not getting run over my second time out in the streets), and biked into the square near my house as my penultimate stop on the way home. I wanted to go to the Goodwill to see if I could find one book that was really popular and yet very expensive in hardcover (non-fiction). So I wander in and start looking. No sign of the book I want, but oooh, look, there's Terry Pratchett's The Color of Magic. "It's only $0.79," I say to myself, "And very small, it should fit into my bookbag easy."

...By the time I left the Goodwill I still hadn't found my book, but I dropped $7.50 on two hardcovers and four paperbacks. Three of which I'd already read and liked enough to want for my collection, one that looked to be a good Science Fiction anthology, one of which contains Elizabethan plays by Marlowe (Tamburlaine), Jonson, and whoever wrote The Duchess of Malfi - which I'm too lazy to get up and check right now.

I had to cart this stuff in a already partially full backpack home on my bike. I really ought not be allowed near books for sale.