So, I'm at my Uni tutorial last Saturday, when my tutor tips me off about a book sale that is occurring in a church along the road from the Uni, the proceeds from which are going to the charity Christian Aid. As my tutor proudly shows me the nine books he picked up for under £10, I am willing the following two hours to fly in so that I can go along. Just for a look, mind. I have enough books at home that need reading and besides, I don't have room on my bookshelves for any more tomes (seeing as a large number of my books are beginning a conquest of the floors).
Tutorial finishes, I grab a Starbucks and head along to the aforementioned church. I felt like a child in a sweetie shop.
There are literally stacks upon stacks of lovely literature, all yelling out at me to buy them. There weren't quite scuffles, but I dived in and rescued one or two titles that I had been wanting to get for ages, plus a couple of novels I haven't read since I was a teenager.
To cut a long story short, 1 hour and 2 full boxes later, this is what I left the church with......
