I feel like I should write something today since I haven't blogged since I haven't written anything in a while. (Blogger's guilt, ahhh!!) I'm still waiting on the results of my Spanish exam, I returned papers to my students on Friday, and I cleaned my apartment over the weekend; that pretty much sums up what's happening in my life right now.
I made a trip to the gigantic local used bookstore yesterday. I can usually find almost everything that I need for class there, but I was miserably disappointed yesterday. I was looking for some things that are pretty standard (Hemingway, Carroll, DuBois, Mailer, Capote, Alcott, etc.), but I didn't have much luck. I ended up finding only three of the things on my list, and those were the ones I hadn't expected to find. (One I credit to Oprah; when she puts her logo on a book, it's magically a best seller and back in mainstream circulation again.) Anyway, I ended up making a trip to Borders after striking out at the used bookstore. Unwilling to pay $25 for the only edition of The Sun Also Rises that I could find in the store, I resigned myself to the library, where I found everything that I wanted. (The perk of the library is that it doesn't cost anything, save perhaps a few overdue fines. The drawback is that I can't scribble my notes all over the books since I have to return them in a few months....) I like having my own books; even if I don't ever write my own book, I like being able to write in them.