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Paper Back Swap

You have no idea how elated I was to find this! I have been spending way too much money at Barnes & Noble and way too much frustration at the library when I can't get what I'm looking for. And I was just wondering what I was going to do with a few books that I've read this summer that I don't want to keep.

I'm weird with books--I love having books around, ones I've read, ones I haven't, ones I might--and I love to read. I usually have several books going at once and I always have a very messy stack beside my bed. I love to own books that I enjoyed reading. Sometimes I'll purchase a copy of something that I read from the library. But I never read a book more than once. If I've read it, I never read it again. I just can't seem to get back into it. The rare exception is when I've tried to entice my kids to read a childhood favorite of mine and they won't. Then I'll resort to reading aloud, like I did on a recent camping trip reading Johnny Tremain around the campfire. Guess who I found sneaking in extra chapters between me reading aloud?!

Anyway, I'm signing up today and getting my books listed. This is gonna be great!
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Unknown said…
This has GOT to be the coolest CLUB since sliced bread! I just finished reading all the nitty gritty over there and I'm so excited. I look forward to joining this club and getting started as soon as we get moved! Thank you so much for sharing!
8/07/2007 4:09 PM
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