Went to the local library’s book sale. I’ve mostly moved over to ebooks, so there wasn’t much I wanted, but felt such a rush of nostalgia while browsing, it was almost painful. I could practically feel each of the different eras in my book obsessions, and where I was when I went through them.

I mostly just grabbed the old books I’d already read and then a few I’d been meaning to. Tried to look for more children’s/YA, but there wasn’t much, no My Side of the Mountain or Gary Paulsen or Witch of Blackbird Pond.