Books

Something I really love about going home to Santa Cruz is the wonderful array of books options that await me. I always bring home piles and piles, to add to the piles and piles already here. Of course, much of the weight in the car when we drive back up is book returns. Humph. I love that the books aren't really in any kind of order--well, maybe a little. Poetry is generally in one spot. Shakespeare holds His own shelf. The section on raising cats and dogs is pretty much always dusty and in the lower corner. Oh, and all the datebooks from before even Annie was born are on the top. Super fun to browse through. But its so fun to find something new to read when you never know what might be next to Tolkien or "Chess for Dummies". Sometimes you will find, as I did this weekend, that a cover-less copy of "D-day" is really excellent midnight 

reading.