Like most nerd-folk, I love books. I've spent a large portion of my life with my nose in one of them, completely absorbed and unaware of the world around me. I love everything about them and even bookmarks have made me squee with delight on occasion. After moving to San Francisco recently, I told myself that I would really try to cut back on the book buying. Carrying boxes and boxes of weighty art history books will do that to you. Well, I broke that promise to myself. Big time.

Last night I had the seriously kick-ass opportunity to attend the Member's Preview of the San Francisco Public Library Book Sale. I had never previously heard of the event, much less known it's the sale's 42nd year and that it is the biggest book sale on the west coast. Fortunately, I was accompanied (and given a ticket) by my friend Kevin who understands that this is perhaps San Francisco's greatest holiday.

I almost started hyperventilating as soon as we walked in the door of the pavilion at Fort Mason. Rows and rows of tables with every type of book you can imagine, lined up neatly, just waiting for me. Kevin and I jumped right in, armed with multiple canvas sacks to haul away our booty. By the end of the evening we had hardly made it through the fiction tables and had filled our bags. I made off with a ridiculous amount of literature for only twenty five bucks! It was truly glorious and I'll probably go back for more on Sunday. I don't think I'll ever be able to move again. But, then again, why would I?