I was down to my last book in the pile.
I was secretly excited, as being on the last book in my
pile means a trip to Attaba, the second-hand book market.
I popped round to my old apartment,
which everyone was leaving to pick up my deposit.
I spied a pile of unwanted looking books in the corner.
I queried as to their future.
I clapped my hands with glee when my ex-roommate
told me that they were mine as he needed rid of them.
I felt like Christmas had come early.
I now have a dozen new books in my book pile.
I am secretly sad that i dont get to the second hand book market.
I guess i can read fast.
I am secretly happy for my 1/2 hour metro journey
which allows me extra reading time.