Seriously, I love my local bookshop. An independent seller that serves great coffee and has a fabulous selection with knowledgeable staff plus funky gifts. I visit, on average, twice a week… the baristas know me by name and they make the best coffee in the shopping centre (mall). While I’m there I’ll often browse the shelves and if there’s a book I want to buy, I’ll buy it there. The coffee shop is an incentive for my kids who join me for grocery/market/other shopping. If it all goes well then, as a treat, they get “cold milk in a take-a-way cup” and I get a coffee. If it all goes pear shaped, I get a large coffee 😉
Recently though, I got up the courage to pay my library fine (as an aside, does anyone else have mental blocks about issues? They stay inside my mind until I get the courage to share / conquer them and then I wonder why I’d made it into such a big thing). I’d made my library fine into a mountain of unscalable proportions and was pleasantly surprised when I finally ventured into pay it (and reinstate my library membership) that it was not nearly as expensive a bill as I’d led myself to believe. $20. $20 had stopped me from borrowing books and tempted me to buy them instead. How utterly dense of me.
I walked out with this pile of books. If they’re really good I’ll put them on my “wish list” and if they’re not I’ll stop eyeing them off in the bookstore. The two can work hand in hand – I can still support my ‘local’ and use our money wisely. In the meantime, Mr Incredible can chuckle at my bedtime reading.