The Perils of Bookstores



Sometimes, when I go to get pizza, I end up buying a book.

This happened on Saturday, when I ordered some take-and-bake over the phone and said I’d like to pick it up in about 10-15 minutes. Apparently it only takes five minutes to drive there.

So I thought I’d just take a peek in the bookstore next door and–oh look a bargain/used section and–ooh look it’s the first book in a series I enjoyed as a teenager.

Yes. Apparently I shouldn’t go into bookstores unless I’m okay with talking myself into buying things.

Anybody else have silly book-buying adventures?