Sure, I’m a patron of the library and used bookstores too. I even buy extra copies of books I love, and already own, like Denial of Death; Consilience; Illusions, Who Dies and The Individual and His Dreams. But fate has to bring us together again via yard sales or give-aways. Buying more than one new copy at a time would be tacky. I take so much solace from books that it’s sorta frightening to think of being totally bereft of them. I never claimed to be high-brow but do try not to be tacky. And though I’m blushing now to admit it, there are no classics at bedtime, but only suspense/mysteries/who dunnits and other escape reading. What I have to escape from is the theme of another missive. But I know and do reckon that some of my sleep problems stem from reading through the night, for upon awakening I panic, not knowing if it’s last night or tomorrow morning.
the oasis wading pool
awaits the diver.