I showed up really late to a sale and the place was nearly cleared out. They had sold a household of furniture and most of their odds and ends in a matter of hours. Just as I was kicking myself for getting the extra
|I needed a reference point for how big the stack of books was. Yes I realize it looks like I bought orange juice on this garage sale expedition. And yes I like my orange juice with medium pulp.|
I love how faded the books are and that they fit into the office color scheme beautifully. All in all there were 39 books (37 of Shakespeare's plays, a book of his sonnets and somehow a copy of Cyrano De Bergerac). I paid just about thirteen cents a copy. What a great deal.
When I told the lady I would take them she kind of squealed with joy and told me that she was happy that someone who enjoyed literature would be taking them home. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I wanted them for their aesthetic qualities and not because I wanted to add some culture in my life (I get enough of that from Real Housewives, thank you very much). But maybe I'll start flipping through them?
Here they are scattered all over the place. There really are a lot of them!