Booked

 

After the most excellent suggestion by River  (thank you again!), My Guy and I took ourselves to the Goodwill book store.  You may recall that I have a table lamp that is everything I want except tall enough. Fine for ambient light, but poor if you actually want to use it to read.

And who knew? Goodwill here has an entire store here just for books. I used to sneer a bit at home improvement shows in which the decorators arrange bookcases with artfully positioned books, chosen not for content but for color.

Today it was a climb, but I got down off my high horse and shamelessly cruised the aisles looking for books with just the amount of fatness and with just the right color to sit on my side table and support my stubby lamp.

What fun! This place was amazing. Wonderful books, incredible prices, and all meticulously grouped into areas of interest. They even have a children’s room packed with picture books. Next time the twin granddaughters visit I intend to bring them to run amok.

It took a little searching, but I found exactly what I had hoped for. And these three were chosen not just for their harmonious colors and gold print, but also for their connections to our life.

 One, full of photographs of England and Ireland, spoke to heritage and the fact that I
lived in England briefly. The travel book about Florence had meaning because My Guy and I have toured there together. The handbook for all forms of painting reflected My Guy's retirement hobby.

I even treated myself to an Elizabeth George mystery, who I get a kick out of reading since I lunched with her long ago at a writer’s conference. I usually hesitate to check them out of the library because they’re incredibly long but now that I own it, I can take my time.

And all this fun? $13.00.