A guilty pleasure

"She" was an avid reader. There were books all over the house. Upstairs. Downstairs. In the car. Under the sofa. It didn't matter they were everywhere. Boxes of books. Old. New. Fiction. Non-fiction.

It didn't matter.

There were books that were in pristine condition and some that had the first 40 or so pages missing. It just didn't matter. They were everywhere and "she" bought them all the time.

As it was, I should have had a portion of my paycheck forwarded directly to Amazon.com because trust me when I tell you they were getting plenty of business thrown their way.

So here we are, almost 3 years removed from that episode and while most of the books have departed from my ownership I still have some. And when you have "some" from a collection like hers you still have a lot.

So, as they say; ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Just as we return to the earth so to shall the books that came in from Amazon.com. Every one that I have of "hers" is up for sale. And every time I sell one, even if it's only for $3 bucks I get a big sh*t eating grin on my face.

Childish? You bet.
Vindictive? As all hell.
Satisfying? More than words can say.