My lovely wife needed to venture out into the cold this morning to buy a book for her sister's birthday, and invited me to join her on her shopping trip. I'm always happy to visit a bookstore, so I accepted her invitation, and after breakfast we headed off to our neighbourhood Indigo.
After finding the requested gift book, we wandered around the store a bit, and stopped for a minute at a display of books that had been adapted to television or film, which included Station Eleven, by Emily St. John Mandel. I'd already read the original text in digital format shortly after watching the miniseries on Prime, and unexpectedly found that I preferred the visual adaptation to the novel. Nonetheless, I was willing to support the author by buying a paper copy of the book, so I casually picked up the display copy. To my amazement, it was priced at $50 CAD.
I've complained in the past about the high price of books, but hardcover or not, that's just a ridiculous number - and I can't help but feel that somehow, ultimately, this is Donald Trump's fault.
- Sid
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