This image from Facebook awakened the hoarder in me.
The thought of getting books that cheap made my mouth water. But that was just for a moment. Reality smacked me hard. Say that I do have the budget for this – and I do – would I have the time to rummage and haul them around in a seeming tight space? Every book fair, I lug around a load of books, which I love and loathe with the intensity of a thousand white suns.
Even if I am able to find a way to get around the place and bring them home, do I still have space in my shelf?
And the most important question: when would I get the time to read? As it stands, I no longer read during my commute. Hugely because I am not using the train to get to work. But that’s a whole other story.
It has made me wonder: what has been the cheapest book I bought? If I’m not mistaken, a small hardbound birthday book that was printed in 1963. And it belonged to a certain Barbara Witter.