Some days I really miss my grandpa and wish that he was around to talk to about things. I mean, how much fun would it be to discuss the new president with him? The economy? Books I've been reading?
Speaking of books, my grandpa used to frequent used book stores. In fact, he never would have paid full price for a book (or anything else for that matter). Quite often he would find books for me, as well as other people in the family. One time I took a bunch of Anne Rice books to a used book store to trade in. I had read "Interview with a Vampire," and most of "The Vampire Lestat," and that's as far as I had ever gotten with the series. I wasn't really interested in reading any more of them, so I traded them in for some other books.
One day I was visiting with my grandma and my grandpa walked in the door with a flushed, excited look in his face. "I got you some books!" he announced, and proceeded to pull out a bunch of Anne Rice books. Yes, the same ones I had just traded in. From the same store. He was so excited with his great find, that I didn't have the heart to tell him. I accepted them gratefully, and they still have their place on my bookcase, even though I may never read them. But who knows? Maybe some day I will. I mean, at least those vampire books actually have killing and blood and people doing vampire-y things in them.
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