Forgive me, for I know not what I do…

Published April 26th, 2007

It has been discussed before my penchant for doing the right things the wrong way, in a sense. Like using a map to hike up the wrong mountain. I pulled something similar today. I had to venture out to a bookstore to get the book for my book club this month. I wanted to get it used, to save a little dough, so I quickly looked up used book stores in Glendale, noted the street and cross street, and off I went.

Parking in Glendale SUCKS. There’s tons of free parking and it’s all full. They seriously need a couple of structures, free ones, there. Burbank has them, they can afford it too. Sheesh. Anyway, after driving around for 20 minutes to get a spot, I wander out onto the street and walk into the bookstore.

Now in reading the reviews of this used bookstore, they were all very positive and noted the great diverse selection of the bookstore.

The store I was in had many, many books. But the selection was not diverse. In fact, it was at least 70% sci-fi, fantasy and mystery. Hell, my ex woulda had a great time in there, there was so much noir fiction. And I was overwhelmed at the cheap reservoir of science fiction. I also started noticing that the sci-fi section had it’s own special name and website. I found that odd. I wondered if maybe the reviews I read were outdated and this store was new.

Turns out, much like I was on the wrong mountain, I was in the wrong store. And as we all know, me loose in a bookstore is a dangerous, dangerous thing. And they didn’t have the book club book. But I bought 3 books. I don’t need 3 more books! I’m SO BEHIND as it is!! And there’s 2 books I need to read not on that list, so I’m 6 books behind right now. And my librarything and my shelfari are woefully out of date (sorry Cat!) and I’m way behind on book reviews. (Personally I blame baseball and MLB 07, and you should too - because it’s not my fault -  I’m the victim here) I need a book buddy, someone who goes with me and makes me stick to my list under some sort of horrible penalty.

So once I figure out that I’m in the wrong store, and I STILL need to get the book club book, I wander across the street, hoping my original intended destination is there. And it was. Luckily I was able to somehow subjugate my will enough to just get the book club book and get out of there, incurring no added expense to my wallet or my soul.

But I am glad to have found both used bookstores -  they’re both pretty cool. In some ways, better than the used book store nearest me.

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