adventures at the bookstore
So I went to the
off-campus bookstore today, to plunk down $332.76 on this semester's books. Funny thing is, I didn't mind spending the $100 on the eleven books for an English class, but I did very much mind spending $90 on a book for a Business class. The English books, I'll keep. The Business books, not so much, which means that in 16 weeks that $90 book will get me maybe $45 at buyback time...even though it will still look brand new. Grr. Oh, and there's one class that hasn't even figured out what books we'll need. Not "these books aren't available yet because of some administrative snafu," rather "the professor hasn't told us what to buy yet"...and classes start in six days. Ok, whatever..
But I digress.
As the young girl [read: "probably a sophomore"] was ringing up my purchases, she stopped at my copy of V.S. Naipaul's
The Mimic Men and says "Oooh! A new one?" Confused, I say "uh, no...it was published in the late 60s." She says, "Oh, I just love her work." Me, still confused, "He's a dude."
I have this terrible, terrible suspicion that she mixed up V.C. Andrews and V.S. Naipaul. Those damn initials, you know.
