One (1) box of old books = two (2) sore arms, twelve (12) dollars from a used book store, eight (8) blocks to carry the remaining books to the library book sale donation drop-off, and one (1) tired and irritated Liz.
Math is fun. Really.
Weirdly, the bus driver (what, you thought I was going to walk downtown carrying twenty-odd pounds of printed material?) this morning is going back and reading books he never got around to during his childhood, and we had a nice conversation about that. He asked for reccommendations, and, after I recovered from the total blankness of mind that is always the initial result of such questions, I pointed him toward Diana Wynne Jones and Ursula LeGuin (for Earthsea, you understand). I hope he likes them.
ETA: There's a discussion of Earthsea in the comments.
Math is fun. Really.
Weirdly, the bus driver (what, you thought I was going to walk downtown carrying twenty-odd pounds of printed material?) this morning is going back and reading books he never got around to during his childhood, and we had a nice conversation about that. He asked for reccommendations, and, after I recovered from the total blankness of mind that is always the initial result of such questions, I pointed him toward Diana Wynne Jones and Ursula LeGuin (for Earthsea, you understand). I hope he likes them.
ETA: There's a discussion of Earthsea in the comments.