Books, books
I have a faint of heart for books. I must admit it. Every time I enter a bookstore I return with at least one book in my hand. Some of these books are highly useful and important and after staying on my nightstand for two weeks, end up in myn bookcase where they wait for their useful moments, which never come.
Some books are quite funny, like the one I bought in Gibraltar two months ago about 500 things you can do to make the world a better place. I browsed it a few times, read some of the articles, but now I seem to be too busy to open it.
This weekend I bought 3 books; "Cuentos populares de Islandia", folk stories from Iceland in spanish. This is probably the fifth copy I buy of this book. The others serve good purpose educating people of Central America; now I am finally able to read it and enjoy it. At the same time I bought a highly useful book on vitamins and minerals and what they do you good. If someone sees me looking pale and white, please tell me to go home read it.
Yesterday I could not help buy a book from the "Teach yourself" series. I did not know they had anything else but language books, but there was this books on understanding ethics. The cover said; BUY ME; so I had to walk out with it.
