Of course I bought books at Kalamazoo. After all, the book exhibits are an important part of the conference.
And the 50% off at Powell’s on Sunday morning was . . . inspiring. I think that’s the word. Or maybe it’s “impoverishing.” Something starting with I.
Now that I’ve home and have stacked them all in a single place, I am surprised to find that my purchases amount to a whole shelf’s worth. How did that happen? It was only four bags’ worth. Where am I going to put all these? And when am I going to read them?