I may or may not have bought books today. If I did, there would have been about six of them and they would have been found at a fabulous used bookstore in town.
Seven Pillars of Wisdom by T.E. Lawrence
At Home in Mitford by Jan Karon
The White Nile by Alan Moorehead
Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
Fletch by Gregory Mcdonald (turns out this one is the fourth in a series, and we all know what that means...)
The Hostile Hospital by Lemony Snicket
I just can't help it. It might be a sickness. But it sure is a pleasant disease. I can't wait until garage sale season begins.