Book Worms

Both Chouaib and I collect books. I do for a few different reasons: because I like to think I will read all of that classical fiction, history and philosophy someday, because I like to look like I'm smart, because some are really old and everyone knows that really old books are valuable, and because I'm really going to do French grammar drills again (and brush up on my Spanish, Russian and German). My husband collects them because they were free at school and he thinks he can sell them and make a profit and because he had to buy them for school and he thinks he can sell them and make a profit (the latter is more likely than the former, in my opinion). A couple of days ago, we finally got around to listing his books online to see if we could get any money out of them. He listed his, and, as an afterthought, I grabbed Are You There Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea, which I had just finished and wasn't going to need to reference anymore, and listed it as well. Today we got an email notification that one of our books sold! YAY! Cost Accounting? Quick Books Pro 2005? Nope. It was mine. Some chick on Long Island bought it. I think I will include a note with her book letting her know that Java Programming and Using Linux are still available, just in case.