Bank balance: checked.
Pay day: end of this week.
Wanties level: through the roof.
Do you see where I'm getting at? Yep, I'd seen something I wanted and I desperately wanted to get my little grubby mitts on it. Last Friday provided the perfect opportunity to indulge. And indulge I did.
I left work at a reasonable hour, and enjoyed walking to this lovely little bookshop not too far away. The sun was low in the sky, the air was cold but invigorating. I was feeling happy and inspired. I thought I could go there and treat myself to one book. The second I walked in, I knew this would not do. Bookshelves explored and tiny snippets of information about each book read, I walked out with three. I don't know what came over me but I can tell you one thing: I felt happy. Content. Satisfied. And a little bit guilty too.
I've just finished reading Dickens' Great Expectations, and feel like I need a little break, something a little lighter (and shorter) before embarking on Tolstoy's Anna Karenina. So I shall be reading Reuben Sachs by Amy Levy first. Practically, this book seems nice and manageable in size. More importantly, I know it will be fascinating: the author has been described as the Jewish Jane Austen, and she is a feminist.
Now, as soon as I've finished flicking through last month's Good Food and Olive magazines, and my latest Making mag too, I'll make a start on it. My brain needs a little distraction after spending one on one time with Dickens. I'm sure you know what I mean.