Books

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Funny thing about them. They tend to be pleasurable so long as they are not required reading. Then, the moment someone hands out a list of page numbers to read and ponder over, it becomes a job. I always say at the beginning of summer vacation that I can't wait to read a good book or many during those long, hot stretches of summer afternoon. This summer, I am ashamed to say, I have read approximately one. Plus a few cookbooks if you can count those. {cookbooks that I lovingly rearranged yesterday by type and season} And the Country Livings and Pottery Barns I've been devouring. {Yes, I read those, not just look at them. I know, whoa. And from back to front, no less}.

This weekend was not a good one for me and books. I endured a loooong trip to the bookstore searching for my texts, which, by the way, appear to be shuffled beyond recognition purely for the entertainment of the bookstore staff. All this only to get home, read the first page of one and find that after much deliberation, I had bought the wrong book. Property instead of Property. How could I have possibly made that mistake? I think I should work with these publishers to come up with more distinguishing titles, like Property and Other Property. Just a thought. Another thought, if they are going to make books so bizzarely expensive and almost impossible to sell back, why can't they at least make them hardback and give them pretty covers so that they will actually look pretty on a shelf later? Another thought for the publishers. Perhaps I should put them in touch with Pottery Barn. That'd teach 'em a thing or two.

Love,

Ramsey