This past weekend I was able to recapture a little bit of college, reliving one of my fondest memories of the day I lovingly refer to as the “Perfect Saturday.” I think more than anything this weekend was a celebration of carefree living and fun, of good company and good food, of grassy fields and endless sunshine, and of course a celebration of books. Lots and lots of books.
You see, this weekend I attended the Annual SFPL Book Sale at Fort Mason in San Francisco, and I’m not exaggerating when I say that it was a heck of a good time. Imagine a huge warehouse filled with tables and tables of books, all for $5 or less. Then imagine all of those books marked down to $1 or less on Sunday. ONE DOLLAR. And these weren’t (pardon my french) shitty books either; granted you weren’t going to find any current NY Times bestsellers sitting in alphabetized shelves, but the selection was decent and most of the books were in very gently used condition (minus those in the “Classics” section, which were dated “Pre-1900.”) I was able to score SEVEN books for $15, including The Kiterunner for $2, which I was (no joke) contemplating buying a few weeks ago at Borders for a ghastly 650% mark-up (okay, only $15, but just to put things into perspective.) Thank you Borders for not letting me use my 30% off coupon on more than one book. And I guess thank you Mom for making me such a cheap-o bargain shopper…
Did I mention that I love the weekend?
P.S. One last thank you to San Francisco for finally acknowledging Summer, albeit three months late and on the third day of Fall. My fading tan is especially appreciative.