Sunday, December 23, 2012
Merry Christmas to Me
I am selfish. I walked out of my home this morning thinking about others. It is the season for giving. I parked outside of Barnes & Noble. Knowing me as I do I should have kept driving but I told myself that a book is what you get the person who doesn't need anything.
Now I should mention that my relationship with bookstores is almost sensual. I like the feel of books and the smell of books. I like to read the titles of books I have no business reading. I like to browse the "Sex & Sensuality" section, knowing that I can only live vicariously there. I love the "Self Help" section and the journals with pictures of Paris and Venice and the leather bound ones with the odd type face that gives it such a nice texture.... I like the magazines and the "Humor" section where I try not to laugh like an insane woman...
When I step into a bookstore I have that feeling of being everywhere. I pick up a book called "Naked" by David Sedaris. I read 1...2 pages ... I check the price which convinces me to put it down. I bring my intended recipients back to the forefront of my mind and again begin to wander... magazines...games...gifty stuff (Christmas trash) I grab some magazines for the kids... I get a latté and browse a bit more Heaven, I'm in Heaven ... A naughty board game makes me think of a friend who can turn anything into a conversation about sex. At his level it really is a talent. I text him a pic telling him that I don't think anyone could beat him at that game. I get back a smh? I smile. I look at a puzzle game ... it would look nice on a shelf but would it get played? I wandered and wandered. I found a couple of things that I would like. I hope they do I really enjoyed purchasing them.
I picked out no fewer than 10 books that I would buy if I had the means but instead I took pictures of the covers so I can find them online or use coupons to purchase them later.