6/21/12

If I walk into a bookstore, I'm coming out with at least one book. It's unavoidable. It's not as deadly an addiction as some, but just as expensive. From leather bound editions with gold or silver lined pages to crappy, waterstained copies that in a previous life were used as coasters, I need to have them. The discovery of two dollar books at thriftbooks and abebooks.com has been my bank account's downfall.