Armed with a debit card in Liberty Books is my nightmare- one that I indulge myself in every few days. It was bad enough that the ATm was close by at Park Towers but now that they accept the debit card in the shop itslef, I have physically keep myself from picking up random (and specific) books off the shelf in excitement over the fresh, newly printed covers which beckon to me whispering “buy meee, buy meee.”
K does his best to veer me away from Liberty (he is under strict orders of course), but somehow a smiel from me, wheedling at first insistent soon after, and I find myself in book heaven. How can someone NOT spend hours looking at book titles, browsing through new ones and simply rereading favourite paragraphs from old ones while standing right there? It’s like there is someone tangible force alive in there. Maybe they put drugs in their books.
Most happy with my buy today, which i didn’t even feel with a quick swipe of my debit card (i don’t believe in credit cards yet), I’m writing right now prolonging the anticipation till I get my time alone with My New Book. The excitement shimmers thourhg me, as I look ahead to several hours of gratification and blocking out the world, when it will finally be just the two of us.