Extollager
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In my little town, the public library book sale today was held in a downstairs room opening off the side of the building across the street from Miller's Fine Foods; the jumbo plastic cow on Miller's roof kept an eye on library visitors.
Set out around the room and in the middle of the room were perhaps 400 library discards and donations. Mrs. A, the woman who operates the library during its 20 hours or so per week of being open, explained the pricing: $4 per bag. I asked: So you start at $4 and fill up a bag? That was correct. A hapless woman looked around and Mrs. A pounced on her: What kind of books do you like to read? The woman said softly that she hadn't really done much reading lately. Mrs. A pursued the matter: Did she like romances? Westerns? What had she liked the last time she had read something? ... like that.
Based on what I'd seen when I asked about the pricing, I was unsure about having found anything worth $4 to me, but when I looked over the books in the middle of the room I realized I could justify spending that much. I ended up emerging from the mildew-odorous room with nine books, including three Graham Greene novels, a copy of The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, Robert Graves' translation of Apuleius, Alan Moorehead's book The Russian Revolution, etc.
Set out around the room and in the middle of the room were perhaps 400 library discards and donations. Mrs. A, the woman who operates the library during its 20 hours or so per week of being open, explained the pricing: $4 per bag. I asked: So you start at $4 and fill up a bag? That was correct. A hapless woman looked around and Mrs. A pounced on her: What kind of books do you like to read? The woman said softly that she hadn't really done much reading lately. Mrs. A pursued the matter: Did she like romances? Westerns? What had she liked the last time she had read something? ... like that.
Based on what I'd seen when I asked about the pricing, I was unsure about having found anything worth $4 to me, but when I looked over the books in the middle of the room I realized I could justify spending that much. I ended up emerging from the mildew-odorous room with nine books, including three Graham Greene novels, a copy of The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, Robert Graves' translation of Apuleius, Alan Moorehead's book The Russian Revolution, etc.