I love the current rage of monthly subscription boxes. I get clothing from StichFix, craft projects for my little one through Koala Crate, and makeup via Ipsy, all without leaving my home and dealing with traffic or crowds. Students are even getting into it and sharing their finds with me. (One girl told me about PMS Package, a true monthly delivery with chocolates, bath goods, and other comforting items; I still can't decide if I'm flattered she shared with me or worried it was a less-than-subtle hint that Mrs. Deibler needs to relax. 😁)
There's one exception to my anti-shopping-from-home stance: bookstores, my retail mecca. And today, I went on a quickie treat-yo-self splurge to indulge in the storytelling desire that's been tugging at me since, well, forever.
It's hard to find fault with a store that offers knot-making and other trivial activity kits, beautifully bound classics, a combination of literary and trashy paperbacks, coffee and pastries, and therapeutic coloring books, all within the first 20 steps.
So I didn't find fault: I found brand new (to me) treasures, just waiting to be discovered. How amazing/nerdy is it that I even love the bags from bookstores?! Dorothy on one side and Romeo on the other? Whew...be still my heart!
While I haven't actively participated in the adult coloring craze (it's on my to-do list, though!), I have continued indulging my love of fairy tales and journaling of various types...and all three choices are from the bargain table. Boom!
Then there was the need to feed my brain, to find a story that would be louder than the thoughts constantly running through my head. Buy 2, Get the 3rd Free? Success! And how Paulo Coehlo can sound so authentically like a modern working mother in the first 15 pages alone -- wow! Though I do recommend keeping Adultery (at least with this cover) away from your kids; Grace asked if it's a book about cherries and wanted to know where the pictures were...oops...
And so after about 20 minutes and $50 (many thanks to the B & N 25% teacher discount, by the way!), I'd brought the following home to add to my bookshelf, my bedside table, and anywhere & everywhere I felt the need to fall into a story, either told by someone else or of my own creation.
There's something absolutely intoxicating about a stack of books, just waiting to reveal their secrets to you.
If you're already a reader, you know what I mean; if you're not, you'll either find out or miss out on your own. And with that, I'm off to the pages.
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