The Last Book in the pile...

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.