Today I’m taking a break from book revision to make a confession. It’s something I have been keeping to myself for some time now, for fear that it would shower shame and resentment upon me. I can already feel the angry, pointed fingers flashing my way. I confess I do not purchase new books. Never. In fact, I have not stepped foot in my local Barnes & Noble in about two years.
I know what you’re thinking.
“But Daelynn, you are a published author! How can you not support your fellow authors by buying their books!”
Well, let me rephrase that. I do not buy new hardbacks or paperbacks. I do, however, legally purchase eBooks for my Kindle, especially when they are on sale. I draw the line at eBook piracy. But I’ll admit, I’m cheap. If I had to pay $10-$15 for a new book, my personal library would be miniscule. And I can’t stand the sight of empty bookshelves. And I like to think that I’m saving trees, too.
Instead, I shop library sales and thrift stores. Thrift stores are my favorite because their stock is always changing on a daily basis and I never know what I’m going to find. It’s like a treasure hunt, and when I find a book I’ve been coveting (especially when part of a series) it’s like finding a diamond in a pile of glass. It’s an emotional high that I can’t seem to reproduce with any other substance. The photo above is my book haul from last week and it was all under ten dollars. I was so thrilled to find The Death Cure by James Dashner, as I’ve been holding off reading The Scorch Trials until I found it. It’s a shame the dust jacket was missing, but that won’t alter the contents. Now I just have to decide: read The Scorch Trials now, or wait until after I see The Maze Runner at theaters next month.