My friend Smack and I went to one my favorite Nashville used booksellers, The BookWoman, the other day while I was in town. We spent hours perusing the endless dark aisles of books while thunderstorms boomed outside in Hillsboro Village. My perfect definition of a way to spend an afternoon.
She pulled a book off the shelf. It was Siddhartha, a book that’s on my reading list.
“Banana,” Smack said, “have you read this yet?”
“Not yet.” I said.
“It’s only a dollar. You need this.”
She is correct. I do need it. It is, after all, on my list. When the BookWoman tallied up my spoils, the price seemed more than I’d calculated in my head. I asked her to go over the receipt with me. Turns out Siddhartha was $6.95.
“I thought this one was a dollar.” I said, pointing to the book in question.
The BookWoman took a deep breath and a long pause and peered at me over her the top of her bifocals. “Honey,” she said, “That one is never a dollar.”
Fair enough. I’ll be reading it this weekend. Obviously I agreed with her because I purchased the book. I’ll let ya know what I think.
Siddartha changed my life! After Demian did. I would have given you my copy, if I’d known you wanted to read it!
I wrote a paper in the 10th grade based on Siddartha, and how time doesn’t exist.
I hope this posts, I cannot read those words in the captcha…bookstores are AWESOME!