It’s Friday night, and I’m a second semester senior with my own car. I should be living it up right?
Well, if by living it up, you mean practically living in the bookstore near my house, then yes, you are correct. I spent upwards of two hours in the bookstore trying to figure out what books to get with my limited budget, and I would have spent even longer if my mom hadn’t called and asked me to buy cream for her.
If you can’t read the postcard, since I know the glare is not friendly to the eyes, the recommendation that one of the workers at the bookstore wrote said: “I’ll say that this is my favorite novel. I love the superficial fun of the party scenes. I love that feeling of eternity hanging there off the shore of Gatsby’s house. I love the books lyricism, its engaged detachment, as if the teller of the story were far off, regrettably, but called in his way, to Gatsy & Daisy Buchanan, to hold them in place for a brief enchanted moment.”
I realize that my life is a tad bit pathetic in comparison to some of my friends who party like crazy, but I’m pretty happy that I got to spend my Friday night at the bookstore. I’m also really excited to read the two books I got: Unaccustomed Earth by Jhumpa Lahiri and Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro. Yes, I already have 5 or 6 books that I haven’t read yet, but I just couldn’t pass up a trip to the bookstore.