Stealing Books

This weekend I went to a book recycle in Joliet. What is a book recycle, you ask? It's an amazing experience that everyone should take part in. Basically, you bring your books that you forgot you had and donate them, then you go through everyone else's books and take them for yourself.  Even if you don't have any books to donate, you can still take books. The best part about it is, it was completely free. I felt like I was stealing books (which, if you think about it, I was).

There was every kind of book at this place. I mean every kind. They had fiction, nonfiction, text books. I think I counted four copies of The Great Gatsby. There was everything from classic literature to modern mysteries to Nicole Richie's book (that's right, she wrote a book). There was also an abnormally large selection of romance novels. I don't mean large because more than one is enough. I mean, you could make a substantial library out of this genre alone.

Now, the closest I've ever come to a romance novel was Twilight, and I'd say that's close enough. Still, I couldn't help but look at the selection and laugh at the thought of housewives alone at home during the day, reading with rapt attention. One side of a long table was piled with Harlequins. There was even a book called I Love Bad Boys, and one titled Delilah's Desire.

I spent about 2 hours at this book recycle on Saturday, and walked away with about 20 new books. New to me, anyway; a lot of them are in pretty bad condition. To note, there were people who left with a box or two of books.