If I had my way, I would've bought out half the shop but given I'm a poor uni student and my somewhat damaged shoulders couldn't quite cope with the ones that I bought, it wasn't going to happen. Regardless, when this pile of books greets me as I walk into my room, I can't help but feel content.
|The little blue patterned hardback is a copy of Pride & Prejudice.|
Most definitely my favourite find, not that I needed another copy or anything :P
The red book on the top is Great Expectations.
The other red hardcover, Sherlock Holmes.
My love of books at this stage of my life is probably madness. I already read upwards of 300 pages of academic reading a week for uni study (I've gone a bit hardcore this semester), so you'd think I'd avoid more words like the plague, but there is something about the feel and smell of old fabric bound hardbacks, or of soft paperbacks that will stay open under the pressure of just my thumb as I start to fall asleep, its stories still finding their way into my mind.
Staying up late with nothing but a good novel and the whirring of an electric fan in summer, or snuggled under a thousand blankets in winter, is one of the pure and simple joys of life, and I'm thankful to my op shopping challenge every day for fuelling that.