09-17-2013, 08:04 PM
Books are my only compulsive habit. The legend of my family is that as a toddler I pestered my mother incessantly with food packages asking "what does this say, what does that say?" until one day she said to my 3 year old self, "I don't know, you tell me." So I did, and proceeded to read her all kinds of stuff.
I've had books all around me my whole life. My most recent score was a library book sale where I picked up a nice chunk of a series called Harvard Classics (five feet of books everyone should read, look it up). I had half of it from an earlier purchase and picked up these on the chance of filling out some gaps. Good fortune was with me, and damn near every one was one I needed. I now have nearly the full set, although it looks like two.
The bad news was I had gone to the sale the day before and spotted another set, the complete unedited works of Mark Twain published in 1899 for 30 bucks, but I was working and meant to come back later with cash. Forgot, of course, came back the next day and that shit was gone. Bummer....but the harvard set made up for it a little.
I've had books all around me my whole life. My most recent score was a library book sale where I picked up a nice chunk of a series called Harvard Classics (five feet of books everyone should read, look it up). I had half of it from an earlier purchase and picked up these on the chance of filling out some gaps. Good fortune was with me, and damn near every one was one I needed. I now have nearly the full set, although it looks like two.
The bad news was I had gone to the sale the day before and spotted another set, the complete unedited works of Mark Twain published in 1899 for 30 bucks, but I was working and meant to come back later with cash. Forgot, of course, came back the next day and that shit was gone. Bummer....but the harvard set made up for it a little.