On Friday, I realized that if I buy my
daily cappuccino from the machine at work instead of the coffee bar,
I'll save enough for a paperback within three to four days.
The quality of the coffee so easily
brushed aside...you can see the price of books has been on my mind.
At my request, my husband got me a
Kindle for my last birthday. Since electronic versions are often
cheaper than printed books, I convinced him it was a sound investment
by calculating how many books I’d need to buy before it paid for
itself. Knowing my appetite, he realized it wouldn't take long.
Another major advantage with electronic
books is that I’m also saving space. Houses in Germany are
generally smaller than in America. Despite bookshelves that reach to
the ceiling, mine are lined two deep. And that’s after I gave away
two moving boxes full.
If I really hope to earn money selling
books someday, shouldn’t I be less of an El Cheapo when it comes to
buying them myself? I'll expect others to spend their hard-earned
pay on words I've written. Of course, I do the same for other
authors, but not very often.
Because I’ve been brainwashed.
It’s all my mother’s fault.
When I was a kid, she was the
thriftiest woman around. She could tell you the price of bananas or
pork chops or strawberries and which store was least expensive during
any given week. I can still hear her voice saying about some
long-forgotten product, “Can you believe they want twenty-nine
cents a pound?”
Books were never bought. I
borrowed them stack wise at an old yellow church that had been
converted into the public library. The library has long since moved
to a modern brick building, but I can still feel the momentum of my
feet on the carpet-covered wooden floor which sloped toward the
former sanctuary.
J.K. Rowling was possibly the first to
chisel me out of my cheapness. Powered by an addiction as strong as
any twelve-year-old's at the time, I bought the hardcover version of
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix as soon as it came
out. I can still remember holding the heavy tome in my hand and
debating whether I should spend that much on one book.
So I'm not a lost cause. I buy new
books.
Selectively.
I'm not a lost cause, but – at least
in a lot of ways - I am my mother's thrifty daughter.
let me know if you wanna trade-a-book. I have THE BOOK THIEF I just finished.
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