I used to buy books all the time. I also used to live rent-free, spend my Friday nights at the mall, and not have to shave my armpits. And then I became a functioning member of society, and all that changed. Well, I do occasionally forget to shave my armpits, but it doesn’t have quite the same ring to it as it did when I was thirteen and basically hairless, and it also makes me a bit embarrassed in the summer.
Anyway.
I was at the mall today (shut up, it’s Wednesday), and I happened to pass through Chapters-Indigo on my way out to the parking lot. Thinking maybe I’d pick up Wonder Boys, a fantastic (yet unowned by me) book by Michael Chabon, I wandered around until I found it. And – surprise surprise – the book was twenty-seven motherfucking dollars. I know I shouldn’t have been surprised, but seriously: when the fuck did books get that expensive? So, I ambled around the store some more, and found a nice hardcover copy of The Canterbury Tales in the clearance section, but even there the damn thing was still twenty bucks.
What happened? Were books always this pricey and I never thought/cared about it? Or is it just culture (wallet?) shock because I usually only go to used book stores?
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