I went to an amazing thrift store called Uncommon Objects in Austin. They had tons of old books with the old smell, yellowy pages, antiquated covers and everything else that makes books wonderful.
I was dying to buy some of them, DYING. I wanted them all. Except, there was one HUGE problem; I'd never read any of the books. And most of these titles were unappealing to me (like, Physics in a Post Modern World or something like that) or the books was so dilapidated that if I tried to read it, it ...
Published on March 28, 2010 10:55