Dusty paper and dark shelves

So annoying.

A few hours ago I lost control again and bought a book even if my book tower and to-read-list is piling up at home. You should see my book tower, it’s about waist high and it’s the ultimate example of equality: all books, no matter how new, how old, how expensive are all sandwiched between each other in an expression of complete conformity with their owner. There is no discrimination in that pile. All of them are gathering dust, waiting to be covered in contact paper and read by me.

Anyway, back to my newly purchased book, wouldn’t you do the same if you saw a Dostoevsky marked down to P330? I was shocked, as in totally shocked. As majority of that shop’s customers prefer Coontz, King, Clancy, Grisham and other popular authors, I really think that the book Crime and Punishment was waiting for me to pick it up and brush away the dust, slowly inspecting it’s cover. It was waiting for me to turn it’s pages slowly, inspecting him for any damage then to tuck him under my arm and slowly make my way over to the counter. Yeah, it really happened that way. Seriously.

There were many good titles there, along with some more classics like Dickens and Homer and you wouldn’t think that inside that dark dreary shop (I will not reveal the name of the shop, you might descend down there in droves nyahahaha) you would find such treasures. You would think that I’m wasting my money, forsaking precious allowance for books but it’s my vice. I’ve given up smoking and alcohol as my vices and devote my money to more…. Uhmm… “worthwhile” things (Miss E you know what I mean haha).

So now, my reading list expands to Murakami, Chandler, Clarke, Eco, Kafka, Dick, Herbert, Golding, Palahniuk, MacLeod and the latest addition, Dostoevsky. Now you are asking: “How will he read those, with all the school things he have to do?” My answer: I don’t know. I’ll manage, hopefully.