my eyes have always been bigger than my stomach
I decided that letting three weeks of fall quarter pass by without buying any of the books I need for my classes was long enough. So today I walked into the university bookstore and bought twelve books for $173.80. (Which is really not bad, when I recall that, as a pre-med neurobiology major, I used to pay close to $400 for textbooks during each quarter.) I also spent way too much time I didn't have lurking around the English and Comparative Literature aisles, browsing through books for classes I'm not even enrolled in. Which means I ended up buying one book I don't need: Farid ud-Din Attar's Conference of the Birds. Way too cool to resist though.
edit: Forgot - two books I really, really wanted but decided to resist for now:
But still, the highlight of my last week, in contrast, was ducking into a used bookstore close to my hometown and coming back out with thirteen books for $25. Not bad at all, eh? A few short story collections by Ray Bradbury; a few novels I loved, growing up; and this gem by Susan G. Woolridge: poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life with Words - I'm reading it less for the poem-writing advice and more for the author's delightful stories interspersed throughout the book. Also, two poetry collections by Seamus Heaney (Station Island and The Haw Lantern), among other things. I was so tempted to buy this book - Ray Bradbury! One hundred short stories! Brand-new! Only $9.99! (All those exclamation points were my hyperactive bookworm brain trying to convince me I need to invest in books I really have no space for.) But I abstained, even though my fingers were all twitching. Clearly, I am such a nerd, what can I say.
Thank you, karrvakarela, for the Seamus Heaney recommendations; I trust your judgement, and I'll definitely be checking out the ones you mentioned.
Anjum, I still owe you a book list. Gimme a couple days to go through my archives, buddy. I know, I said that a week ago. Sorry, dude.
Oh yeah, and I have absolutely no idea where all these books are going to go. I need to invest in a couple more bookcases. For now, the floor's just gonna have to do.
I decided that letting three weeks of fall quarter pass by without buying any of the books I need for my classes was long enough. So today I walked into the university bookstore and bought twelve books for $173.80. (Which is really not bad, when I recall that, as a pre-med neurobiology major, I used to pay close to $400 for textbooks during each quarter.) I also spent way too much time I didn't have lurking around the English and Comparative Literature aisles, browsing through books for classes I'm not even enrolled in. Which means I ended up buying one book I don't need: Farid ud-Din Attar's Conference of the Birds. Way too cool to resist though.
edit: Forgot - two books I really, really wanted but decided to resist for now:
- Complications: A Surgeon's Notes on an Imperfect Science, by Atul Gawande (I read the introduction while just standing there in the bookstore, and it was absolutely fascinating.)Read 'em for me and let me know how it goes, okay?
- Palestine's Children: Returning to Haifa & Other Stories, by Ghassan Kanafani
But still, the highlight of my last week, in contrast, was ducking into a used bookstore close to my hometown and coming back out with thirteen books for $25. Not bad at all, eh? A few short story collections by Ray Bradbury; a few novels I loved, growing up; and this gem by Susan G. Woolridge: poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life with Words - I'm reading it less for the poem-writing advice and more for the author's delightful stories interspersed throughout the book. Also, two poetry collections by Seamus Heaney (Station Island and The Haw Lantern), among other things. I was so tempted to buy this book - Ray Bradbury! One hundred short stories! Brand-new! Only $9.99! (All those exclamation points were my hyperactive bookworm brain trying to convince me I need to invest in books I really have no space for.) But I abstained, even though my fingers were all twitching. Clearly, I am such a nerd, what can I say.
Thank you, karrvakarela, for the Seamus Heaney recommendations; I trust your judgement, and I'll definitely be checking out the ones you mentioned.
Anjum, I still owe you a book list. Gimme a couple days to go through my archives, buddy. I know, I said that a week ago. Sorry, dude.
Oh yeah, and I have absolutely no idea where all these books are going to go. I need to invest in a couple more bookcases. For now, the floor's just gonna have to do.
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