My summer course started on Monday, which necessitated a trip to the bookstore yesterday to pick up my new textbooks. We have two: The Norton Anthology of Short Fiction (7th ed.), edited by Richard Bausch, and Reader-Response Criticism: From Formalism to Post-Structuralism, by Jane P. Tompkins.
I went to the university bookstore and so was nicely overcharged -- which I've come to expect there since it's the campus bookstore. But pricing aside, boy, do I love hanging around there. I love bookstores.
On this particular trip, I got to the store at maybe quarter after five, and found my books after wandering around for a while, syllabus in hand. This took a bit longer than usual because I kept forgetting that Ba- comes before Br-, not after it. Good job there, self. But I located the two texts in time enough, and then happily wandered for a while. Eventually I ended up in a convenient chair, reading the second half of Persepolis, by Marjane Satrapi. Have you read Persepolis? I'd only read the first half, and so I sat down and had a read for a while. I was surrounded by books, Radio 2 was playing, and I was reading a wonderful graphic novel ... it was quite nice.
Eventually I snapped out of it. My stomach reminded me that I still needed to get home to dinner, and I still had to buy the textbooks I had picked out. I put Persepolis back on the shelf, and, seventy dollars later, wended my way home. But it was really nice while it lasted.
(Not so nice: hearing a fellow classmate announce tonight that the Norton is buyable at another store near campus for $30 less -- and I can't return the one I have because I took the shrink-wrap off already. Bah!)