Remember when I posted about how sad I was about Borders closing? Well, I've been there several times since that post. I can't help myself. When I drive past and I know I don't have to be anywhere there is a strong magnetic pull and the car turns itself into the parking lot. I always assume I won't find anything because the pickings have to be getting slim. And yet. I always come out with an armload of books.
Sometimes I sneak the bags of books into the house and hide them away. I keep books stacked all over my house so I can put my hands on them whenever I feel the need. There are full shelves in the den, a "to red" pile in the living room, gift books hidden in my bedroom closet, piles of recent purchases on the dining room table, single books scattered about the house in random places, and still a couple bags from the library's summer used book sale (another dangerous place for me, especially on dollar a bag day).
I decided to gather up the recent Borders finds and see just how many it was*. Even I was surprised. In my defense I've already read several of them.
* I found 3 more scattered through the house after I took the picture.