and a few more books.
And, if you were to peek over in that corner in my living room (try to look past the dog hair -- I do need to vacuum), you'd see another stack of books.
Apparently I was compelled to purchase more books -- more old, new books -- to fill the spaces left behind by the five grocery sacks of books I had just gathered up for Goodwill.
They are my one material weakness. I don't care what kind of car I drive, my furniture is creaky, my clothes are just here to offer coverage, and jewelry? Well, Atticus knows better than to buy me jewelry.
Complete Sucker, thy name is Karen.