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At Indigo last night, there was a man at a table selling and signing his books. Awkwardly, M and I avoided the table like telemarketers or those people who sell you hand cream in the mall aisle. He looked over, made eye contact, and said, "Hey there."
My heart just about broke. This is why. Going into the bookstore, I usually have an idea of which books I am going to buy. I do research. I check out all of the reviews on Amazon, especially the negative reviews, to see if the parts that bothered other people are the same things that make me dislike a book. I knew going into the store that I was going to spend $50.00 on my new books, and couldn't afford anymore. I wanted to go to the table and check out his book, but I didn't want to disappoint him if I didn't want to buy it. I stood in the store for what felt like ages debating on whether or not to go over there, knowing that if I did, I would buy the book.
I didn't. And I felt awful when I left. I'm the kind of person a salesman loves. I am the kind of person who sees ads on TV and thinks, "I WANT THAT" and usually buys it. I nearly put myself into severe debt buying things I don't need, and I try to stay away from over-spending now so I don't go back down that road. But next time I see an author at a bookstore, I am going to buy their book even if it means leaving behind another book I had wanted. That is my little vow to myself. Because I know how hard it is to put a novel together and how hard it is to get published ,and I want to support that victory.
At any rate, I picked up:
and
Both of which look absolutely amazing. I was a big fan of A Million Little Pieces even after the whole memoir debate. Honestly, I don't care if it was embellished or not, it was a good read. Less than 100 pages into Bright Shiny Morning I can say that I think it's amazing. It's fresh, poignant and addicting in a sense. I can't wait to finish it.
Happy Friday!