I went to go put away some of the books I purchased on my “day off” today. I also found a box of books from amazon that I opened. I put some of the books away, and others, I added to random book stacks. The stack of books to read is growing! (I’m STILL working on Haruki Murakami’s recent collection of short stories after 2 months, if that gives you any idea of my reading pace).
I stepped back to admire one of the stacks. I was immediately dismayed.
I had again bought a book I’d ALREADY purchased: First, with Calvin Trillin’s About Alice and now with Floyd Skloot’s In the Shadow of Memory. I bought the book on recommendation of Barking Kitten. A great book, I’m sure–but now I have two copies.
Sometimes, as I recover from the stroke, I forget. And other times, I both forget and remember: in the case of books, I try so hard NOT to forget to buy the book, that I buy it twice (forgetting I’d already BOUGHT the thing).
Now–who wants a copy of Floyd Skloot’s book, In the Shadow of Memory?