The cheeseman

So. . .

Maybe I shouldn't allowed into bookstores unsupervised anymore. After class I went across the street to the Half-Price Books in my town and waited for my ride. For an hour.

During that hour, I perused the shelves. They carried Rhythm of War, which I already have; Knife of Dreams and Crossroads of Twilight, which I haven't gotten to yet in my WoT read through; the Thrawn Trilogy by Timothy Zahn, which I decided I didn't need; and a ton of Pathfinder 1e supplements. I purchased none of those.

Slowly walking through, my earbuds blaring the Interstellar soundtrack, I made my way to the history section of the store. Stopping first in the military history corner, I inspected the shelved tomes, seeking one to buy. None I saw interested me, save for a $500 dollar one hundred thirty volume series covering the American Revolution. Leaving that area, I strolled to the world history section. There, fellow Sharders and Sanderfans, I took my haul.

Seeing that there were many books on the ancient empires, I inspected the titles. These are the seven I took from the shelves; Adrian Goldsworthy's biographies of Julius Caeser and Octavian Augustus, Mortal Republic by Edward J. Watts, Rome: Republic into Empire by Paul Chrystal, Rome by Robert Hughes, The Provinces of the Roman Empire by Theodor Mommsen, and History of the Peloponnesian War by the contemporary Greek historian Thucydides.

My total?

Almost one hundred dollars.

Moral of the story; never have me wait an hour inside a bookstore. I'd hate to see how much money I'd have spent at Barnes & Noble.