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I love used book stores. I went to one with my neighbour today in downtown Toronto. From the outside it looked tiny, its width about that of my bedroom. We rifled through the extremely discounted books in a bin outside and laughed when we saw Twilight selling for a dollar. I picked up an interesting book I found there for a price that was still double Twilight's, then we entered the store itself.
French. The. Llama.
Wall to wall books. Tables and tables and tables filled with books. The store stretched back way further than I expected it to, and there was a staircase. There -- there was an upstairs!
So I began to make my way through my literary heaven*, picking up books which I was interested in here and there. They ranged from pretentious literature to philosophy to six word memoirs.** By the time I started to make my way upstairs the man working at the cash register looked slightly worried about the girl with unkempt hair and rainboots carrying a 1.5' stack of books around with her. (Yes, my rainboots were carrying books for me. Why wouldn't they want to help out?) My neighbour was just amused.
Upstairs was the geekier part of the shop. Naturally, I felt in my element. Comics, then Steven Hawking-esque stuff, then the science fiction and fantasy. My pile grew and grew. Then I realized that I had blown half of my money on a gourmet jalapeno Havarti grilled cheese sandwich. I couldn't afford even half of them. Oops.
So I cut down the books to a more manageable six, then still didn't have enough money and reduced my choices to four. At the end I walked away with Ender's Game, this weird artsy novel called What Was Lost, and two Discworld books.
And that is how I completely blew off plans with my best friend for an hour in a bookstore and some really great grilled cheese.
*The only fault I could find with it was its utter lack of young adult fiction.
** The first six word memoir ever, by Hemingway, read “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”
Random sidenote of the day: "Its" is the possessive, "It's" is the contraction. You can remember this because "his" is possessive and has no apostrophe, so "its" does not have to. Kthxbye.