Saturday, August 2, 2008

Take a Look ... It's in a Book ... Reading Rainbow

I love everything about Half Price Books. Two or three times a year I have a weekend where I decide I need to streamline my books and CDs, and I go sell a bunch of them back to Half Price Books. And then while I'm there I have to force myself not to buy more stuff. I like the idea that someone has read the exact book I'm going to buy before I have, and I always kind of hope they will have written notes in it. Of course, as my coworker points out, they DO have other places where you can find books people have already read. They're free and they're called libraries. But a library is not going to let you sell its own book back to itself, so that's one point in favor of Half Price.

Yesterday I made a FANTASTIC find. For the past year I've been buying the shooting scripts for different movies and TV shows. I like studying the dialogue and the outline of scenes, and reading the script's character notes gives a different take on certain scenes. I found some good scripts, but there was one book I couldn't find. I've been looking for this book for five years, and until yesterday it had eluded me. (Yes, I could have bought it off of Amazon, but that would have been cheating.) Yesterday I finally found the West Wing book that details seasons one and two. I couldn't be more excited. It doesn't contain any of the shooting scripts (but there's a book for seasons three and four that does), but it has interesting story background. Very, very, very happy.

Unrelated to West Wing, but related to books ... I've been feeling a lot of parallels with the Berenstain Bears lately. I think this boils down to two main reasons. 1) I've been trying to eat a lot of berries this summer, and I feel like the Berenstain Bears were always eating blackberries. 2) I'm pretty sure my mom bought me their book "Berenstain Bears and the Messy Room" to show me how fun a clean room can be. This lesson has been slow to stick, though, so I'm going to have to do some serious cleaning this weekend. And a part of me wishes I had a copy of that book just to get amped up about it.

On another note, my popsicle stick told me a funny joke yesterday ... 
Q: Why was the book in the hospital?
A: Because it hurt its spine.