No, it's the bold return of "Some people read, some people just buy books." Library book sale season has finally come to an end, not with a bang but a whimper, you might say, if you were of a literary bent which I presume you are. Here in the bookstore-less wasteland I call home, there remains one saving grace for the book lover who likes to own books but needs a break from compromising their bookish values to further fatten the coffers at Amazon. That saving grace, is, of course, the month of June when all the local Friends of the Libraries throw their big yearly book sales (where you can snap up, at a very deep discount, all the books other people probably bought from Amazon) at which time I buy a psychotic amount of books and then return home for the rest of the year to marinate in guilt, shame, back pain, and the occasional actual enjoyment of the acquired books. This year is no different, except...*casts eyes downward, mumbles semi-incoherently*...I uh think I bought more than the absurd amount I usually do.
The amount of books I bought in the month of June, not even counting the books I acquired by other means (No, not those other means. Is that really what you think of me?) is so absurdly large that even I have begun to panic and demand a complete moratorium on book buying of myself (Note: this never works.). Happily for you, while I cower in a corner with my shame and a book I should be reading very quickly (but am probably not, because that's not how I roll), I've also elected to put my house-collapsing array of bookish sins on display for you this very day.
OK, enough talk. Now, (very low quality) book photography by Megan with the help of the iPhone I should have replaced last summer. Click on the pics to make them bigger. Of course, you'll want to see the titles, won't you? (P.S. This post from here on out will probably look extra-ridiculous in a feed reader. My apologies.)
Look upon my great piles of new (used!) books and