a little coffee

Robert called us on Monday with news that some man had set up a little book shop on a sidewalk on campus and that, randomly, some of them were English books. "I don’t know, they just turn up sometimes," he said. The school probably didn’t even know he was coming.

We skipped over and scurried around the collection of Doodle text books and manuals resting on canvas on the sidewalk to the back by the bushes and strained our eyes against the waning light (nope, the seller brought no lights to turn on). Like the rest of the Doodles around us, we squatted and picked through the towers of books.

Lord of the Rings series

The latest in the Harry Potter series

The Twilight books

The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera

Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami

A collection of Sherlock Holmes stories

The History of Western Philosophy by Bertrand Russell

Bill Clinton’s autobiography, parts I and II

Now, this begs the question where the crap did the bookseller dig up this absurd collection of books? And for so cheap! (The price for each book was less than $3!) Further evidence that the universe makes zero sense, but when you least expect it, it’ll offer you a rare treat.

Between the three of us, we own most of those books now.