Mom is not going to be pleased.
I'm here in California on business, and after an entire week, tonight was the first time I've actually made it to a bookstore. I came in with a brief list, of three role-playing books a friend asked for, and the vague designation 'a contemporary American poetry book' as a gift for another friend. That's it. Of course, I planned to pick up a title or two for myself. I usually buy books online (my favorite store is Powells). However, the advantage of shopping at a physical bookstore is the ability to browse, and to compare editions and translations of a particular work with your own eyes. (A comparable advantage of shopping on the net, though, is the availability of reader reviews.)
So in I go. An hour and a half later, out I go, aided by a store employee, with my new books and music. Total paid: $1045. Damn, was Beecher right...
The stuff I bought may interest some of you. If you're curious:
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