On Friday morning, I sneaked off to a small local church in Republic for its annual yard sale. I know from past experience that the church’s sale has a small selection of books, so I bypass the majority of the items–clothing–and find a couple things to take home.
So here’s what I got:
- A History of God which looks to be a textbook covering Judaism, Christianity, and Islam.
- The Arabs, a history/sociology/anthropology of the Middle East.
- Let the Hammer Down, which might be a Christian inspirational humor book. All I know is I bought it because the author’s name, Jerry Clower, is awfully like Jerry Crownover. I’m not kidding. It doesn’t take much to convince me to buy a book.
- Lone Survivor by Marcus Lutrell. It was fifty cents, kids. I had to.
- Fields of Fire, a Vietnam novel by James Webb, the former Senator.
- A picture book about Forest Park in case I happen to watch any football games this autumn.
I also got two CDs: The Greatest Hits of Sawyer Brown for me and something by Michael W. Smith for the family. I also picked up two films, LA Confidential on VHS and Dazed and Confused on DVD.
I feel comfortable making all these purchases since I’ve already read 40% of the books I bought a week or so back in Florida. But as you know, gentle reader, the only time I’m uncomfortable buying books is when I’m carrying one or more fifty pound boxes of them at a book sale. But that pain passes.
