In which I rearrange my entire bookshelf and pay a visit to the bookstore.
I love the idea of a relaxing Sunday morning, I do. I just don’t really do the whole relaxing thing in general. When I hear “relaxing,” I automatically think, “boring.” Yeah. I just do not do that. So instead of relaxing on my Sunday morning, I decided to do this.
Yeah. I pulled them all off the shelf. All of them. And yeah, it was kind of stressful.
I had to make room for The Jungle Book as well as an awesome book about Sherlock which my lovely friend mailed me the other day.
It took me an hour, but I finally got all the books on the shelf. Well, not all the books, because I still have a couple little stacks and there are a few books on my other little shelves, but all the books that belong on the bookshelf are on the bookshelf.
There is still some room on there, so if I want to add books in the future, I have that option.
And so this evening, my brother and I went to the bookstore!
I tried to get out of my classics-section comfort zone and poked about in the YA section for a bit. I saw a book by Marcus Zusak: I Am The Messenger. I’ve seen it around, but I just never paid it much attention for some reason. But today I was like, this is ridiculous. I loved The Book Thief so much. I need to at least look at this. So I picked it up, read the back, and flipped to the first sentence.
I nearly dropped it.
The gunman is useless.
A long time ago, my awesome high school English teacher recommended me this book. She couldn’t remember the title, but she told me the first line. I forgot to look it up, and so I was so overjoyed to stumble upon it that way. Infinitely more satisfying than googling it would have been.
I can’t wait to read this book. Has anyone else read it?
So yes. Sorry for posting twice in one day, but it’s not like I don’t do that on a regular basis, so I must not be that sorry.