Dumpster Diving

Don't worry, I didn't dive into an actual dumpster. These babies were fished out of the pile. If I haven't mentioned the pile before, it's just that. A pile of discarded books and magazines that are no longer fit for readers. Their spines are broken, pages are missing or falling out. 

Books acquired were:

• Anathem by Neal Stephenson
• The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest by Stieg Larsson
• Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J.K. Rowling
• Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling
• Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince by J.K. Rowling
• Devil May Care by Sebastian Faulks writing as Ian Fleming
• Diary of a Wimpy Kid by Jeff Kinney
• Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules by Jeff Kinney
• Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Last Straw by Jeff Kinney
• The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam translated by Edward Fitzgerald (not photographed)

Along with these used freebies, I also received the latest by Rachel Kramer Bussel, Going Down. I purchased her 2008 anthology, Rubber Sex on eBay which arrived in the mail after work (or during work, as it was waiting for me at the house after work).

Funny story, when my coworkers convinced me to read Fifty Shades of Grey (which I don't recommend, as I found it completely unreadable), I bragged about how I'm not embarrassed by what I read. Today, after receiving Rubber Sex, my first thought was to create book covers for it and Going Down. Why the sudden shame? Well, first off, it's not shame. 

As you may or may not have known already, I live with my in-laws now. Not that my in-laws are prudes, but I recall one discussion where my sister-in-law stated something about not allowing her husband to watch movies with nudity. Because, apparently, seeing another woman naked is sorta, kinda like cheating. I might have elaborated a bit, but that's how I felt. I can only imagine the stink they'd create when they see me reading something called Going Down.

Oh well, I think I'm done. Wait. Lemme show you Rachel Kramer Bussel's signature. Again, maybe.

Until next time, keep on huntin'.

(Note: I apologize for the crappiness of these posts of late. Being a father is a tough job. Being a husband is even tougher. Finding time to write or a place to write where I'm left alone is down right impossible.)