The Library Book Sale

This weekend was my city’s annual library book sale (well, there’s one in the spring, too, but that one sucks and no one goes to it). What it means is that thousands of withdrawn library books and books donated by the community get hauled into a giant warehouse-style building at the fairgrounds and put up for sale. Cheap books. Books for a dollar. The sale runs for three days, and on the Sunday anything you can cram into a plastic shopping bag is yours for three dollars.

Let me reiterate: a bag stuffed with books for three dollars.

It’s like the best garage sale ever — you have no idea what you’ll find. Some years are better than others. Having broad interests helps: you’re bound to find something. I picked up books about hypochondria, Afghan women’s rights, and disappearing languages. I got one about the Muslim middle class that may turn out to be propaganda; if it is, I’ll toss it into the recycling. When books average out to something like fifty cents, you can do that.

Every time I go it brings out my primal instincts. There’s only one copy of most titles, and you’d better hope that you’re not reaching for the same book that I am. I’ll throw elbows. I have no shame. I get tunnel vision, eyes skimming quickly over spines, heart soaring as I find that one book I’ve been looking for forever, stomach sinking as I find a pristine copy of a book I only just bought last week. It’s a huge rush if you’re a book-obsessive like me.

The score? 24 books, easily worth a couple hundred bucks, for 11 dollars. I love today.

Happy Friday the 13th! Dark Side 50% Off!

In honour of the holiest-of-holies in the horror world (aside from Halloween, natch), I want to make sure you’re all stocked up on scares.


This weekend only, I’m knocking off half the cover price of my collection, Dark Side: Seven Repulsive Stories. This deal is only available at Smashwords, and only if you use coupon code ZT98W at checkout. (Coupon expires Sunday.)

These morbid little tales include a sociopathic child, accidental zombies, a couple nasty monsters, and a nod to the horrors of the every day.

Definitely read What’s Inside last. I worry about myself when I think about what happens in that one.