As an avid reader I felt that it was due time to visit my local library. My bookshelves overflow with novellas, and upon entering my room one must side step around anthologies, biographies, and the likes to find a place to stand. Though I have books in abundance, one tends to grow tired of their own collection. So on a recent Saturday morning I packed a bag, wore sensible shoes, and ventured into the outside world. Which, trust me, is not a normal occurrence pour moi. Sweltering heat almost caused me to turn back, as I was already dripping in perspiration. 'Onward', I told myself, having not gotten farther than the front azaleas. In truth I dread public outings, and the substantial heat was just one excuse I attempted to stay at home. Listening to music [but holding awfully tight to my player, as I was terrified someone would attempt to steal it], I participated in vehement arguments with myself as to whether or not to head home. Eventually, I arrived at my [thankfully air conditioned] destination. Thorough perusing of the shelves took quite awhile, and many of the books I was seeking were not to be found. [What sort of Canadian library owns no Wayson Choi books?] After attempting to strike a up a conversation with a librarian -who instead exchanged blank looks with a co-worker- I was forced to keep looking. Eventually I left, my bag seven books and four movies heavier. Good bye television, hello literacy.
I'm posting as much as I can now... I've only finished two books and it's Sunday. It has almost inspired me to not go on the computer for two weeks. It'll probably take a few more library visits and a lot more books to carry out though.
P'yeace.
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