One of the best parts of being an adult is playing with my toys.
Speaking of toys … I try not to browse in physical bookstores (instead, to read about books, decide they sound good, and purchase them in a directed, no-nonsense fashion), because browsing invariably leads to impulse purchases based on covers, and that isn’t fair to authors. Last week I did go into a bookstore, though, and came out with these beauties. 90% because of the covers. 10% because the blurbs sounded good.
I took them home and showed them to my husband, mostly in apology, because he never makes impulse purchases.
He says he told me about them already. And I wasn’t listening. Which made me say “oh”, and then wonder how much of the purchase was subconscious remembering, and then wonder when they’re going to install more memory in The Matrix.