When I have a little money, I buy books; and if I have any left, I buy food and clothes, but certainly no t-shirts of which I still have far more than I will ever need for all the summers I will ever live through again.
Just now I spent twenty cents short of twenty-five dollars on "The Power of Geography" , a sequel - or perhaps a companion - to Tim Marshall's earlier book "Prisoners of Geography" which I had bought earlier.
And while I was at it, I also lashed out on "An Atlas of Extinct Countries" in hardcover and at the price of - well, let's say more than a t-shirt.
I've always been interested in geography and travel books and non-fiction books in general. Isn't real life is so much stranger than fiction?
