When packing for this trip, I made sure that I had room in my luggage for a few good books that I had been meaning to read. I needed something for the plane, for down time, for me.
You know how it is when you’re enjoying a book: you want to find out what happens next and, suddenly, you’re holding the final few pages in your right hand.
Well, I started ‘The Help’ on the plane and finished it a few nights ago. Now I’m reading “Sarah’s Key” and am almost through it. I started to pace myself since I only have a couple more with me.
Then, last night, I passed by a store near my neighborhood filledwith used books. I took a walk today and went to check it out, if only to look. I like being in the presence of books; it’s calming.
It was hard to believe just how many books the owners were able to fit in the small store. They had precariously stacked them wherever possible and made an attempt to organize them. Non-fiction was in an area, fiction in another. Multiple copies were sometimes grouped together.
Regardless, I enjoyed browsing the titles. The problem was trying to extract one from a stack. Some of them I didn’t even attempt because I could only envision myself being buried.
Algebra textbooks, old library books, Dr. Seuss stories, travel guides, old National Geographic magazines, ‘Chicken Soup’ for just about any soul and even ‘Know Your Ohio Government’ were wedged into piles. I had a feeling I knew where the books came from, but I asked the man working just to be sure. “The U.S.,” he said. Next time I go in, I plan on finding out more specifics.
In other news, I ventured to Osu and Nema yesterday via a tro tro and a taxi. I’ll write more about that later, though, once I sort out all the new experiences a little further.