Incoming metaphor.
May. 1st, 2009 10:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
For years now, I've been building up my Amazon Wishlist in anticipation of the day I moved to the US for school. I've been chipping away at the thing when I or other family members have gone on vacation, but it's grown more or less steadily.
There's a local bookstore called Logos. Up until recently, I had no idea they could order books. None. And even when I did, I limited myself to books I had seen in the store, like the Horatio Hornblower series. Then, last week, I looked up "The Tales of Beedle the Bard", just for fun. After all, I had gotten my copy of "Deathly Hallows" there.
It was there. Add to cart.
I couldn't find the Hornblower novel "Flying Colors" in the database, and, just for fun, looked up "Master and Commander".
It was there. Add to cart.
I added it, then promptly found the second Dexter book and the first Dresden Files novel. That's where I stopped, because I was just under my $50 limit.
What bugs me is that I had been using the store for years, and the online service for months, without taking full advantage of their services. I suppose it could be taken as a metaphor for my life, but look at my bookcase.

Yeah, I have more books than I know what to do with. And the bookcase itself is breaking down. There's actually a box in the closet with the books we couldn't fit in the case.
TL;DR version: angsty 20-something tries to shanghai book ordering system into metaphor for life, fails miserably.
There's a local bookstore called Logos. Up until recently, I had no idea they could order books. None. And even when I did, I limited myself to books I had seen in the store, like the Horatio Hornblower series. Then, last week, I looked up "The Tales of Beedle the Bard", just for fun. After all, I had gotten my copy of "Deathly Hallows" there.
It was there. Add to cart.
I couldn't find the Hornblower novel "Flying Colors" in the database, and, just for fun, looked up "Master and Commander".
It was there. Add to cart.
I added it, then promptly found the second Dexter book and the first Dresden Files novel. That's where I stopped, because I was just under my $50 limit.
What bugs me is that I had been using the store for years, and the online service for months, without taking full advantage of their services. I suppose it could be taken as a metaphor for my life, but look at my bookcase.

Yeah, I have more books than I know what to do with. And the bookcase itself is breaking down. There's actually a box in the closet with the books we couldn't fit in the case.
TL;DR version: angsty 20-something tries to shanghai book ordering system into metaphor for life, fails miserably.