A Day At The Book Fair
Published October 19, 2006
I always figured I’d be the sort of person who had books stuffed in every corner, piled up on the carpet and lined against the wall, I just never figured it would be by the time I turned 30. Though living in a modest-sized two bedroom apartment, every square inch of wall space that is not taken by furniture is stuffed with shelves full of CDs, DVDs, and books. By far the books outnumber everything else and are spilling out like an overfilled cup onto the floor of every room in the house. This has been doubly fulfilled over the weekend having gone to the local Red Cross book drive multiple times.
In an annual event the Red Cross holds a book drive at the county fairgrounds. They sell the books in an interesting manner which compels me and my wife to go back and back and back… On Friday they charge a $5.00 entrance fee, but most people pay it due to having first crack at the choice books. All books sell cheaply – hardback for two dollars, paperbacks for a buck – and the best ones go quickly. On Saturday they take away the entrance fee, but sell the books for the same price. The first half of Sunday sees the books going for half price, and by mid-afternoon all books are $5.00 a bag! If there is anything left on Monday, you can take home what you want for the price of the gasoline it takes to get you there.
My wife and I always forgo the Friday pay-to-get-in night and thus headed in early Saturday morning. Arriving five minutes after they opened there was still a long line outside the entrance, waiting to get in. It seems they created some sort of barricade-like thing to harangue folks in, cattle-like, in order to get an adequate headcount.
No mind, the line moved quickly and inside this warehouse of books I went. They divided the books into appropriate subject matter – biographies, literature, crafts, paperback romances and such like, but that’s as organized as it got. Nothing by name or title, so I had to literally sift through the chaff. It was a grand experience though moving sideways alongside the maddening throngs looking for the hidden gems.
- A Day At The Book Fair
- Published: October 19, 2006
- Type: Opinion
- Section: Books
- Filed Under: Books: The Reading Life
- Writer: Mat Brewster
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Thanks Gordon. I too have stacks of books resting in other place, mainly my mother-in-laws attic. And I've had cast-offs from various moves. It always pains me to get rid of books.
One day I'll settle down in to a big fat house and will have books everywhere.
And I'll keep going to book fairs, for as long as they have them.
Great article, Mat! Sadly, book fairs are almost non-existent here in my little slice of Hicksville. The closest thing we have to a book store is Wal-Mart. Not what I like, but it's all there is!
As I read your article, I thought back to when I was a boy, going into Mr. Hubbard's used book store with my Dad. Thanks for bringing that back to me.
A wonderful and worthy read, Sir Brewster. TheWifeToWhomI'mMarried would put such the hurting on one of these type bookfairs.
ah yea, sir brewster. i know all about this. we have that big fat house and it's a book or two away from tipping over.
i'm always amazed when i see footage on the tv of somebody's living space and there are no books to be seen. i just can't make sense of it.
Thanks for the comments fellas.
Donnie, I don't think I'd make it if all I had for books was the crap they sell at Wal-Mart. I feel for you.
I currently own more books than I could probably ever read, but I'm sure I'll continue to buy more and more and go to the library at least once a week for more things I can't buy.
Reading this article, I remembered the old leather-bound set of Dickens' writings I picked up for fifteen dollars many years ago. Thanks for reminding me that there is nothing quite like the smell of a yellowed Dell paperback, and the thrill of discovery when walking through the aisles of a library, bookstore, or book fair.
Thanks. I kind of knocked bookstores, but the main thing my wife and I do when we want to "get out of the house" is run to Borders or Barnes and Nobles.
We have a great little bookstore downtown that has books piled up everywhere - in the shelves, piled on top of the books in the shelves, lining the floors, stacked on desks, and overflowing the cash register. You can never find anything you're looking for, but there is always something interesting I've never heard of. And I swear the owner has read them all and can talk intelligently about them all.
I was stationed in West Texas for several years and I always volunteered to set up the annula book fair; first crack at the selection and NO entry fee. in three years there I had amasses plenty of great books, unfortunately, in the last three years I have been gone more than I have been home, so I have read very few of them.
I tell myself it was a good investment. I plan on being overseas for a few more years, and I can't just go to Barnes & Noble.
Mat, it would seem from the comments here that you're in good company. My husband and I would hang out in book stores when we were first dating, and all these many years later, we can't take a trip anywhere without checking out the local book shops (and of course coming home with more books).
I'm also very relieved to know that our house isn't the only one that has books lying on every available horizontal surface (the shelves were filled to capacity long ago).
It is a good investment. Besides the fact that you save tons of money, the books themselves are a treasure trove.
It is kind of comforting, Lisa, to see so many book lovers. My wife and I do the same, anytime we see a book store we've got to stop and usually buy something.
Mat, I'm single and soon to turn 30 and I have thousands of books spilling out into all the rooms of my house. I'm happy that I'm not alone. Thanks for the great article.
ps: But sorry, I never buy Grishams. Giggles.
I think I was already 20 when I'd officially run out of space for books. Seven years later and only now does it become impossible to deny! Secondhand bookhunting around university campuses is an absolute treat! Or local school fundraising fairs when they're basically throwing books at you in the last few hours.
In fact, I recently had to stop buying them. I'll resume when I move out and have more space!
I only buy Grishams when he comes five bucks a bag. I think I've only read one of his books, and I suspect those I got will continue to sit, gathering dust.
When my wife and I married there was this long gathering of the books and much heated discussion upon which of our many duplicates would we keep. Me being of the mind that we should donate the doubles to the library. But in the end neither of us could part with anything and the doubles wound up in storage.
Wait till you have kids! If your kids are readers (which they probably will be, if you and your wife are), then you will add a slew of children's books to the heaps you already have. When they are little they'll be picture books, which you will buy and will supplement from the library. Then when they're older, they'll begin buying their own from the book sales and you'll accumulate all kinds of stuff you'd never have bought for yourself, but which appeal to your child's latest obsession (military airplanes; animation; ancient Greek). It's both wonderful and terrifying to watch them pile up around you.
The wife and I actually have a pretty fair collection of children's stories already. I'm a sucker for picture books and she adores Shel Silverstein, Raul Dahl and the like. But yes, I'm sure once we produce the little buggers we'll be overrun with kids books.


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Great article, Mat. "The throngs were like a thousand chickens with a thousand missing heads" says it all. My favorite part is the Five bucks/bag or armful. I have the same overstuffed shelves and wall space, too, but I also have spillover in storage, including a lot in an unused barn at an old chicken ranch (speaking of chickens) in Northern California.
Then there were the ones that got away... cast-offs in Hawaii and Arizona where I lived and couldn't afford to transport or ship.
But will all of this keep me from going to more Book Fairs? I'm thinking not...