Anyways, where was I? Oh yes, my newest acquisitions. I was recently visiting relatives in my old hometown of Windsor, Ontario. There's one bookshop there which I make a point of visiting whenever I can. My visits are separated by three-four months, and as a result, they always have something of interest there. This visit was no exception. According to my sister, who witnessed the carnage, I was worse than a little kid at a candy store, jumping in and out of aisles, giggling with insane glee as I pulled one book after another down from the shelves.
So just what kind of haul did I get away with? Well, let's get started with the meat of the post:
Seeing how my name is Patrick, I decided then and there that it was meant to be, and I added the book to my pile.
Well, folks, that's what I left the store with. Hopefully these books live up to the promise of whatever-it-was-that-convinced-me-to-buy-them! Hope you enjoyed the piece!
Previous articles in this series (now unnecessarily rebooted and grittier than ever before):http://at-scene-of-crime.blogspot.ca/2012/10/the-acquisitive-chuckle-iii-its-really.html