Some of the books that I consider my favorite are ones that rock me to my core, that leave me feeling like someone squeezed my heart really tightly for those 300 to 400 pages. But the idea of going through that experience for a second time? No, thank you.
Not only do I not want to experience that kind of emotional roller coaster for a second time (let’s ignore the fact that I continue to go through it, just with different books), but what if it is worse a second time around? Now that I know what is coming, will the ride only be worse because I am just waiting for events to occur? Will I even have the strength to continue through the book a second time around? Part of me thinks it is like knowing that an oven is hot and choosing to touch it anyway.
The other day I visited one of my local comic shops on a whim. I was driving home and had no intention of stopping, but something made me pull into the parking lot. I walked in and began browsing the shelves, looking for nothing in particular. Then, randomly on a counter top in the back of the store, I found a set of small hardcover books.
It took all of two seconds for me to decide I needed these in my life. I’d never heard of the ‘Little Books’ series. Some research taught me that there were 15 in all, published by Borderlands Press. When I brought the set home I was a little saddened to find that it was missing the Neil Gaiman book, but the rest were all there. Some were even from the original signed printing.
I stumbled into an awesome set of books. What’s the best thing you’ve ever stumbled across on a random bookstore trip?