i saw and heard it somewhere that one way to get to know people is by rummaging through their trash (was it CSI?!). it may ring true for some, but in my book, you don't really have to go as disgustingly far as checking out what was thrown out... (holler: they throw those things out for a REASON!) you just check out their book shelves and you'll pretty much get an idea as to who that person is and how their minds tick.
encyclopedias, storybooks, comics, pocket books and magazines... those were staples in my bedroom when i was young... and apparently, these media are still natural furnishings found in my room! don't worry though: i've crossed over to different kinds of genres.
***some dimwits from my not.so.distant.past always seem to view book.toting people as nerdy freaks of nature. thank goodness i didn't succumb to the taunting and teasing... *smile* look at where those people are now.
but seriously, i admit i'm a chronically impulsive book.buyer.
torture for me is synonymous to walking inside an impressive bookstore and not finding anything to buy (or realizing i've already purchased most of the good reads)... and, a doozie fact that jeric chanced upon: one way to force me into a 'sweaty' workout would be to make me scrounge for books laying on some low shelf, or picking my kids' books from the floor. laugh.snort all you want, but seriously, that IS something that i strangely enjoy.
gawd: i realized i have tons of books. hullo: i've already given out some of the books to charity, extended my library to both the munich and elizalde campuses of the school, and STILL found some to pitch onto the stonyhurst library. and look at what are still in my room. now that's HOT.
but then again, maybe it's just the guru in me... ;)
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