So there was a book fair today, right, and do you know what I bought for one dollar, one dollar?
A shiny clean hardback of Crocodile on the Sandbank. For a dollar. A hundred pennies.
I also got hardbacks of To Kill a Mockingbird, The Adventures of King Midas, Stuart Little, The Trumpet of the Swan, Thursday’s Child, Mr. Popper’s Penguins, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, Twilight, and The Little Lame Prince. All of these things, plus some assorted paperbacks, for a grand total of $20.10. I am one happy camper.
Edit on Friday to add: Oh I am so happy. Today I got Shadow of the Moon in hardback, an earlier edition evidently than the one my mother has, as it is differently organized (more focus on Alex, it seems) and shorter. I also got a book of Audubon for my father, a book of Robert Browning, a sweet little Latin grammar from the late 1890s, and a book entitled The Tremaynes and the Masterful Monk, which now that I investigate turns out to be the third in a series of books by an ex-Anglican Catholic convert. I foresee great things for me and Masterful Monk. If nothing else, its title never fails to make me giggle. Masterful Monk. Oh, God, life’s too good.