Yesterday, my lovely young bride and I had some time to kill between errands, and since we were in the shopping center with the CPO/Redeemed book store in Springfield, I pulled into a parking space outside the shop. We only had roughly thirty minutes to kill, and I thought maybe we’d have to stop by the comic shop as well to kill all the time, but no.
She found the dollar books and went through them extensively.
Which led to a strange inversion in our book purchasing.
She found twenty-seven books (more than one a minute) to my three.
I got:
- Broke by Glenn Beck, who used to be somebody, I think.
- Writing with Hitchcock about a fellow who wrote for Hitchcock at the peak of his filmmaking.
- The Search for the Authentic Tomb of Jesus which sounds like it should be narrated by Leonard Nimoy.
She bought more than I actually looked at.
She just recently clears some shelf space in her office bookshelves. I hope she was not reserving that space for knick knacks.
