We’ve had a couple of book sales at local libraries recently, and I love them. I love picking up second hand books for a buck or less, giving them a good home where they will be loved and read over and over. And it’s great for the kids, especially my second grader, who is both an avid and an accomplished little reader.

I love pawing through the texts, discovering little gems I never knew existed. Maybe even better is finding the books I read as a kid. Often a little musty smelling, and in the same editions I read back then. But who cares – Superfudge is Superfudge. What could be better?

And I can’t help thinking about the little old ladies who were probably relatively hot young Moms when I was reading Encyclopedia Brown and The Three Investigators. Now they’re loading their grown kids’ old books into boxes with Aerobics videotapes and the best personal budget software on Apple-formatted floppy disks that 1987 had to offer.

It’s a great big giant ass circle, ain’t it?