You never know what you’ll find in the bargain priced book section of Barnes and Noble! From mandala coloring books to paleo cookbooks to this little self help gem…
It made me think about how so much of what we read nowadays is found online (ahem…this blog, for instance) yet the most amazing books, magazines, and knick knacks we find are because we wander and browse. There is no one behind a computer across the country figuring out my browsing preferences and suggesting things through advertising.
The charm of a bookstore. It’s the only comforting place within the bowels of February. And even though it’s a large bookstore, not a cute little mom and pop book shop, it’s still a favorite. My soon-to-be ten year old says to me as we left the bookstore the other day: I just love the bookstore. I love the way it smells and how quiet it is and all the books. I just love it!
So I’m not wallowing about that.
I’m trying not to wallow at all…and although it is difficult because I am a pale skinned, vitamin D deficient, polar vortex inhabitant, I’m slowly coming to the surface like a little ice cube bobbing to the surface of a fruity rum drink. What I wouldn’t give for a crisp margarita in some 75 degree sunshine. Yes, to all you people that don’t live in cold climates, yes, there are some of us that do sink into a little gray, seasonal depressive, funk-ball. It stinks. But we’re not wallowing!!
You wouldn’t believe the amount of things we can accomplish when it’s 55 degrees and sunny, truly…but now it is wintertime….and we’re trapped in darkness. Alas, there’s books to read and books to write and angsty emotions to convey through an insignificant little blog. We are not wallowing though, thanks to the bargain priced books!
(I’ll have you know, I thought long and hard about purchasing that book and while I found it endearing and reasonably priced, I couldn’t pull the trigger…because that would mean that I actually was giving in to my wallowing. I’m very un-constructive about my wallowing. I will not give in! I will not let it happen! Sorry, little book, but thank you for being written…love you!)