As a writer, I naturally spend a lot of time writing. Shocking, I know! On my down-time, I can usually be found reading a book or four. I’m always cycling amongst a weird combination of disparate volumes. If I’m not engaged in those activities, there’s a very good chance that I am thinking about one or the other. Writing and reading are the fuels that fire my passion for life. If it wasn’t for the latter I would have never become the former; without the former I wouldn’t be who I am. Which means that it is all pretty much the same damn thing, and definitely way too complex to be untangled. I’m always looking for ways to feed this addiction for words; I spend a lot of time at used bookstores and thrift stores, as I especially love classics and out-of-print, old, niche and obscure books. I often buy things that I have already read. If I like something enough then I usually want a copy of my own. The library remains a great trying-out system! Sometimes I really luck out. A few days ago, I found four excellent specimens at a local Half Price Books location. On the $2.00 clearance racks! It’s time to bust out a cliché or two. I think I’ll go with the thought that I am as happy as happy can be and leave it at that. I don’t know if I will make this a regular feature because I buy a lot of books. I also already devote my entire Project 366 to what is on my shelves. We’ll see but I’ll at least do it this once. I purchased:

• The Complete Plays Christopher Marlowe
• Paradise Lost by John Milton
• The Letters of Noel Coward Edited by Barry Day
• I Celebrate Myself The Somewhat Private Life of Allen Ginsberg by Bill Morgan (already 60% read)
  

  Book Spree