Brennig Jones (and friends)

I seem to have a problem.

Kind of an addiction.

My name is Sophie and I am a book-buying-aholic.

It’s been *counts* 4 and a half hours since I last bought books.

But before that, I hadn’t bought books for *counts*…a day and a half.

For someone who works in a place that allows one to borrow books at no charge, this is fairly excessive and stupid.

Especially since the books I purchased today were ones I have read before.  Apart from one.

So, why?

The reason for the aforementioned book-buying expeditions recently is due to a WHSmiths promotion.

Last week I bought two books as gifts, and tried to use a BOGOF voucher.  Yes, that’s tight, I know.  It’s a recession.  Deal.

The voucher wasn’t valid until a few days later.  So I had to pay normal price.  Which is fine.

On Sunday, I thought, ‘Aha! I’m at a railway station with nothing to do, I shall potter around WHSmiths and use my BOGOF voucher!  Hoorah!’

Alas, I did not read the small print which told me that I couldn’t do that, because I was in a railway station.

But I didn’t put the books back, because there was a queue and I didn’t want to look tight.

So, again with the buying books.

Today I finally offloaded two of these stupid BOGOF vouchers and bought four (count them – four!) books.

The lady on the till was fine with accepting the vouchers.  However, she didn’t have a bloody clue what she was doing, and although I’ve not done the sums, I am pretty sure I still ended up paying more than I should have.  She did go through the whole process twice and came up with the same price, so I just paid it and went on my way.

So.  I am a mug.  I think that is pretty safe to say.

Ah well.  I’ll read them.  One day.

I have already started the book I bought on Sunday, and it has usurped ‘Air’ by Geoff Ryman, which is now nestled snugly back on the library shelves.  I started it.  Read maybe about 10 pages.  Just wasn’t my cup of tea.  Sorry Geoff.

I’m just trying to remember the title of the one I bought Sunday.  ‘Divine By Mistake‘ by P C Cast.  It’s utter trash.  I love it.  P C Cast has co-written a series of books with her daughter, about a school for vampires. Called ‘House of Night‘.  I have devoured them.  And because they are doing so well in the current ‘Vamps are Cool!’ climate, the series that starts with ‘Divine by Mistake’ has been re-released, I think.

I’m only a smidge into it, but it involves alternate realities where a normal American school teacher is a Lady and is betrothed to a Centaur.  I suspect it is based on FACT.  Oh yes.

OK, so it’s trash.  But I like it.  It’s fast moving, and the writing is full of parentheses and words-strung-together-like-this.  Which is kind of how I write, really.

But I left it at work today.

So my bedtime reading tonight shall be the literary (no doubt Nobel Prize winning) Martine McCutcheon.

I never claimed to be clever.

I need to update that list!