So at the end of June, I vowed to stop buying books for the summer as my book buying habits had spiraled out of control. And I've been kind of true to my vow (not counting this lapse), as long as it is implicit in "stop buying books" that used/discounted books don't count. I sure hope they don't. I felt justified in buying these books also as they aren't (or most of them aren't) novels, which are my usual habit, and so these were something altogether different entirely. Barely books at all. Sure.First, whoever makes the window at Ten Editions Books must know that I've moved in around the corner, because whenever I walk by there, they'll be featuring my latest heart's desire (which they're somehow aware of before I am). It was from their window display that I bought Toronto: A Literary Guide, and since then I've also acquired Crumpets and Scones (a cookbook of tea things!) and Adam Gopnik's essay collection Through the Children's Gate.
Then I recently bought a much-on-sale copy of I Hate Myself and I Want to Die: The 52 Most Depressing Songs You've Ever Heard from a bindigo at Chin-chindigo. I've had my eye on this baby for a long time, and am already enjoying analysis of such tunes as "Tell Laura I Love Her", "Freshmen", "Let Her Cry" and "Honey".
Finally, this morning I woke up and decided I would die without my own copy of The Long Secret, and so I was thrilled to find a copy at BMV and it will be my last reread of the summer. Earlier this month there I'd also purchased both The Essential Blake (inspired by my love of The Verve's "Love is Noise") and what is often seen as its companion piece, Don Freeman's Corduroy & Company.
