woah that sounds vaguely sexual.
but don’t worry it’s just some literature fangirling.
So I tried to go to this brand new half priced books place near my home, but when I went on sunday, they were closed.
Well I went again today.
Oh. My Gosh.
So new. So much new wood and carpentry smell. I was so happy my hope soaring as I crossed my fingers and sent a prayer to the book gods as I crossed the threshold. And then my heart sank as I heard one of the employees say that they were only buying used books and were not currently selling.
Nooooooooooooo
But not all was lost, because I had in fact carried in a paper bags of old books I got for free from random giveaways. My mum hauled her load and my brother’s so we could all get some money for our used books. I had the fewest books, but in the best condition so I hoped that I would get as much as my mum and bro.
We gave them our bags so they could assess their value and my mum and I drifted around the store, browsing the books that we could buy next week.
Just walking buy the classics display, a title caught my eye.
Les Miserables
My heart fluttered
And faltered as I saw “Volume 1″ beneath the title. What the heck I don’t want one volume! That’s like an 8th of the book! UHHHGGGG. So we floated around the store some more and eventually wound up back in the fiction section where I casually browsed the H’s.
And then I saw it. There, on the bottom shelf.
The Brick.
Les Miserables, by Victor Hugo
Never in my entire life have I been more elated to see and book. And so I squatted down and pulled it out, my elation growing further.
HARD COVER.
OLD BOOK. Oh god I have an extreme love for old books. Yellowed pages and that old book smell are the best. And this was an old copy. And it good condition. I was just beaming as I slid it back into its little spot, sandwiched between two copies of The Hunchback of Notre Dame. I made a little vow that I would come back on opening day and bring it home with me. That book is my child. I need it. If it’s gone when I return, I will be crushed.
But anyway moving on with this riveting tale. So we get called up to the counter over the speaker to get money for our books and we see our books in three piles, of our respective ownership. The girl at the counter stated their worth.
“Ten,” she said, gesturing to my brother’s pile.
“Fifteen,” she said, pointing to my mum’s.
“Eighteen,” she said of mine.
SCORE!
And that’s why you take care of your books! My brother is the arsehole who mangles books and doesn’t use books marks and leaves them open and upside down and bends the covers. This is really aggravating when I get all his hand me down books for school… He really crushes the resale value…
But I win so it’s okay.
So basically I get money from books that I’m going to spend on the brick and wow life is good. I have been waiting 2 years for this book. It’s gonna be awesome. 
~phan
“My brother is the arsehole who mangles books and doesn’t use books marks and leaves them open and upside down and bends the covers. ” MY BROTHER DOES THIS TOO. It’s really annoying. :-/ And he doesn’t understand the value of books. We have this amazing Harry Potter set where each book is worth $20 and the cover is amazing and (what is it called when it has texture) and he just doesn’t worship the books and I get really annoyed. Just. I dont’ know. Books.
yea i always punch/slap my brother when i catch him mangling books and then he whines to my dad, who respects books like me, and he’s just like suck it up you book murderer. either that or he’ll ground me… you can never tell with my dad… #politicalsciencemajors