So, I'm apparently twenty-one now. Still don't feel any different than last year, when I said I didn't feel any different than that last year. Unlike last year, however, I actually did something.
It being my 21st birthday, there was really only one option for me. I am, of course, talking about hitting all the independent bookstores downtown that I could.
That was the plan, anyway. In actuality, I got so caught up in browsing around the Shaman Drum Bookshop that I didn't have time to visit any others. About half the books I bought for myself, the rest my parents picked up. If I hadn't started feeling dizzy from craning my neck so much, I probably would have had to be dragged out of there by my ankles.
Some people go to Disneyland to enjoy themselves. Others go on roller-coasters. I go and get lost in a bookstore.( Here's what I got... )
As an added bonus, when I got home, a couple other books
were waiting in the mailbox.
Also, we found out that, apparently, there's a Book Festival on from today 'til the 20th. (Although nothing really special could be seen, aside from a banner.) That sounds like a perfect opportunity to go hunting for a used bookstore downtown this weekend. The only thing better than a book is an old book.
It was a very good day.