How the time does fly. It's way over a week since you've heard from me.
I stopped at a library book sale yesterday and walked along the tables thinking some children's book title would fly right at me. I would have some profound experience reading it and write about it here. Yeah, well, don't hold your breath, folks. Nothing remotely like that happened. It was after 3, and the best stuff had been sold long before I got there.
I'm not that crazy about buying used books, anyway. I don't like the smell of moldy books and can acquire it quite easily with my own books in my own home. I don't have to bring in moldly books. That sort of stiff, dry feeling old book pages get creeps me out, too. I always feel as if I need to wash my hands after I've been reading some of those things. Or take a shower. And burn my clothes.
I don't get many deep, spiritual book buying experiences in new bookstores, either. But at least I feel clean afterwards.