Money for Books

Me thinking about how I will collect Grace Livingston Hill books in the future. 

Well, as was my worry, that cool video of the person dancing while the army took over the government of Myanmar is probably not real. Can’t remember where I saw the sad news yesterday, so I can’t link it. I’m sure you can probably search and find it fairly easily. In the spirit of facts bending to my feelings, however, or alternative truth or whatever, I’m going to keep watching it because it is pretty great.

Not as great as this though. I didn’t know you could get Grace Livingston Hill books on amazon for basically nothing. I actually didn’t get the one I linked because when I scrolled down there were three or four for $0.00 and so I just got those instead. Looking at the descriptions and ratings, I realize that many people love these books for different reasons than I do, but that’s ok. We can all be different from each other. I’m just so happy right now I could cry. Especially since I’m going to bite the bullet (that’s a horrible little joke) and listen to that Jesus and John Wayne book and I’m going to need a palate cleanser every day.

I do feel sort of bad for all my amazon kindle purchases, and for being so addicted to audible. Now that Bezos is gone, I suppose he will take over some other part of the world economy that it would be better if he didn’t. It is a flabbergasting amount of money that he has made, giving us so easily the things we want nearly the moment we want them. Then there was this anxiety-producing thing (h/t Mike Duran).

I still want someone to write a novella in which Lewis rises up out from under the till of the now-closed Lamb and Flag, as if were Merlin in That Hideous Strength, to do down not the N.I.C.E., but it’s gross child, Amazon.com. I don’t know how to write stories, so I don’t think I’m the person to write it, unless someone wants to do it with me. I feel like this would be the book we all most desperately need.

So anyway, I gotta run. I have a child who has to do a power-point presentation on something or other in Dante, and another kid who needs to be told to bathe this instant, else we will all perish. Also, apparently, it’s my day to cook something for luncheon, and that is filling me with a nameless dread. Tinkerty Tonk!