Now what does all this have to do with books? Well, I plan to celebrate tonight, if only to give myself a little pat on the back, and in the hour or so before my boyfriend arrives to take me off to dinner I’ve been brainstorming how I want to congratulate myself for a job well done. Sure, I could go out to a fancy dinner and order a celebratory cocktail, but in every dinner scenario that I dream up, I can’t help but fast forward to my inevitable after-dinner pitstop at the used bookstore. Really, the best way I can imagine to celebrate is to buy a new book to grace my shelves. Am I alone here? Am I the only one who likes to cap off an accomplishment by feeding my book-buying addiction? Surely there are others out there who yearn for elaborate literary-themed dinner parties instead of the standard night out at the bar. I can’t possibly be the only one who responds to an innocent pop-culture reference like this:
Alright, I’m off to make my celebratory book purchase, and I have no regrets.