I recently (last week) finished my 26th John Grisham book. I love him. He is my all-time favorite author and I get so enthralled with his story-telling that once I’m reading one of his books, it’s all I want to do. I’m completely wrapped up in his tales.
A few weeks ago I zipped through two of his big hardcovers and when I was finished them both, I realized they were the last of Grisham’s that I had. Ack! I went through the list of books and thought I had read The Broker, but it turns out I had not. So, I put a few people on the lookout for it.
Two days later, I went on a Saturday adventure with BFF Spanky to a Community Yard Sale several towns over (one I don’t think I actually knew existed). I told her the name of the book I was looking for, in case we happened to stumble upon a yard with books for sale.
The first yard we stopped at, Spanky veered to the right where there was baby gear set up (she nailed herself an outdoor playpen with a cover), and I veered to the left to a few tables set up with boxes on top. Turns out, the boxes were full of books. The very first box I looked in and the very first book I saw was John Grisham’s The Broker. I kid you not. The.very.first.book!! Of course, I grabbed it…and paid my .30 cents and could not have been more elated!! I did not buy another thing that day, I felt complete.
Of course, I plowed through that book too (I swear my TV has not been on in weeks!) and when I finished it in nearly record time, I once again felt sad because it was the last John Grisham book in my collection. I picked up an biography and am nearly finished it, and yesterday I stopped at the book store and grabbed two new Grisham books. Ahh, life is good again.
July 23, 2017 | Categories: Adulting, humor, Personal stories, stories, Uncategorized | Tags: Adventure, authors, blogging, books, good luck, John Grisham, life, luck, reading, second hand books, summer, summer reads, The Broker, yard sale, yardsaling | 3 Comments