I really was planning on not buying anything nonessential today. Really. No splurging. So after I’d virtuously gone grocery shopping, I thought I’d relax at the bookstore for a while. Browsing only, no buying. And I manage to find two books I’ve been trying to find for ages. I’m pretty good at resisting temptation, but if I hadn’t grabbed them then, I’d have lost my chance at either of them for at least a few more years. (My luck is like that - if I thumb my nose at opportunity, fate finds a way to get back at me.)

And what were they? The Book Of Forms, (A very good poetry textbook, one which I was assigned during my junior year and foolishly sold back at the end of the semester - been looking for it almost ever since.) and Children Of The Night. (One of Mercedes Lackey’s earlier books - the first one of hers that I ever read, and one of her best. And it’s my *third* copy. This one is not getting lent to *anyone* - every time I do that with this title, it grows friggin’ legs.)

But there were temptations that I resisted. Like the used copy of Nancy Kress’s Beggars In Spain - which if I hadn’t found the two books above *would* have come home with me.

I also stopped by at my old local library, which still beats any of the libraries in the Bergen county area hands down. So now I’m working my way through Year Zero, by Jeff Long. Only about ten pages in, but the premise is interesting. Ahhh…. I don’t indulge my booklust nearly enough these days.