Oh Dear.

     Here I have started yet another blog. A blog full of useless words that have been written before, and whining that has been whined before. I suppose I just want to have someone or something to complain about my problems too, even though I have a loving fiance who always lends a patient ear to me. I have nothing to complain about, other than tiny slights others have done to me wherein I brood and sulk for the day, mustering up choice words and practicing scowls I would have or should have used at the time. All the while the subject of my petty anger goes about their life as if that fleeting moment of our meeting never transpired and they never gave it a second thought.

     For example, today I went out in search of more books by an author that I took a liking to. Her name is Robin McKinley and I picked up a book of hers - it seems to be her most successful as it is the most common one I come across - called The Hero and the Crown. When I first came across this book I believe it was in a Goodwill. The book was 50 cents and the cover was just cheesy enough to entice me into shelling out two big ones (by big ones I mean quarters). I placed the book on my bookshelf and promptly forgot about it for two weeks.

     The reason I shoved this physical book out of sight - out of mind was because I have taking a liking to e-books. You can purchase so many e-books at the click of a button (thanks Amazon one click!) and you can purchase them *cheaply*.  Like this set of 14 (fourteen!) books titled EPIC for a dollar.

    Yes. You read that right. Fourteen books for a dollar. Who cares if they are good, that's a DEAL!

     So I have an addiction to purchasing e-books, and I have an addiction for cheesy fantasy novels, and I have an addiction to books in general. The reason I still purchase physical books is most likely obvious to true book lovers. There is still that feeling one gets when opening a book and feeling the pages slide under your fingers. Feeling the spine fall apart after many sessions of reading and re-reading. Knowing that at some point you will need to break out the scotch tape to repair it so that you will still be able to recognize it once it finds it's place on your bookshelf.

    Another reason is I am vain. I want people to see my bookshelf and think, "Oh, my, she reads. And so many books! She must be so intelligent and wise!" and how wrong they will be! But they won't know because as someone once said 'Better to remain silent and be thought a fool genius than speak and remove all doubt prove them wrong.' and I am very good at keeping my trap shut.

    But back to my book and my complaining. There came a day when I was awaiting my knight in shining armor to vacate the bathroom so that I could blow dry my hair. I plopped down in a chair next to my book shelf and that little book caught my eye. I picked it up and was immediately sucked in. Were I given the time, I would have had it finished by now, but I have been in the process of losing my job and cleaning up after my six fur children, and thus had only few spare moments. Now that I have all the time in the world ("That's not fair! There was time now!") I have elected to complain about my day on a shiny new blog.

     And complain I shall. In preparation for the end of my book, I wanted to line up the sequel. I had done a casual Googling for lesser known book stores in my area and came across The Book Rack and it seemed quaint and was surprisingly nearby. Unfortunately the hours shown on Google did not match the hours shown on their website and I so I called. They informed me that, depending on the weather and traffic in their store, they may or may not stay open. Lovely.

    So I waited until today, a day I knew the roads would be clear and the traffic regular. I set out with my bum leg (my muscles have been cramping up due to womanly issues) and arrived. I parked in their tiny, tiny lot - five spots - and saw it was mostly full. I unbuckled, looked up into their window and saw a sign on the front door. "Closed for Inventory". Well. Not much I could do about that, I suppose. Just a bit of bad luck. I re-buckled and headed down the road to Half Priced Books. After hobbling down a flight of stairs and picking out a cute picture book from their "3 dollars or less" rack I made my way to the Science Fiction section.

    May I just interject on myself for a moment? It has always bugged me that fantasy novels are labelled Science Fiction in this store. There is even a fantasy section, but all of these fantasy novels are in Science Fiction! I digress.

     I found two copies of the book I currently held and two other books by the same author. One of the books I glossed over as it did not appeal to me after using my 2/3's rule and the other book I took was Spindle's End which I took to be a retelling of the fairy tale Sleeping Beauty. I decided to ask a worker to look up and see if they had any of the author's book in hard back using his computer. He asked if I had looked in hard back and I replied that I had not. I had been hoping he would do a general search for the author, as many employees had done for me in the past, to see if any of the stores carried her work. Instead he gave me a look and silently led me to the hard backed Science Fiction/Fantasy section and slipped a book off the shelf for me. A paper back of The Hero and the Crown.

     To his credit, this book was larger than the others. I thanked him and slid the book back on the shelf after he left. I wandered aimlessly through the store, wondering whether Steven Martin's books would be under humor, biography or media. I guessed at humor and shuffled over to the section. I did not see Steve Martin in that section - whether it was because the M section was full of names that started with T or I was too thrown off by a book titled How to Poo on a Date to concentrate. Eventually I settled on David Sedaris' Me Talk Pretty One Day and left the store after paying.

     I wish I could say my day of disappointment ended there, but it did not. I attempted to visit a Barnes & Noble that no longer existed followed by unknowingly parking in a handicapped space while running limping into a convenience store. Once home I sat down with a very graceful old-man groan and proceeded to write this post. Maybe I will just purchase the sequel through the beautiful workings of the internet so that I never have to see another human being besides my fiance again.