…checking out the annual Quota Book Fair.
It’s heaven on a stick for book lovers. Boxes and boxes of second hand books priced from 50 cents to a couple of dollars.
We have to go with a budget, otherwise we come home with armloads and armloads of books (which we then re-donate the next year).
The Little Man and I picked up a few books each – him a few more Goosebumps and me the romantic-pulp-nonsense that I don’t normally read, but enjoy from time to time.
Daughter came home with nothing, which for her (she who is otherwise known as Devourer of Books) was odd. She couldn’t find anything she really wanted and she’s got a back-log on her Kindle at the moment, so I’m not sure she was trying that hard.