A swanky upmarket mall recently opened about 3 kms from my house.
I went for a look-see 2 weeks ago, marveled at the shiny newness, and wished for a skateboard to get around the vast complex. And then: I managed NOT to attend the Grand Opening of Exclusive Books’ new shop, despite a day of spectacular discounts. I was so proud of myself! I need more books like I need a hole in my head. Plus my credit card is emitting smoke and creaking ominously after repeated visits to the vet.
Today I had to go to my Bank to collect a new card. A legitimate visit to the Table Bay Mall, you will agree. Banking completed, I decided to have a quick coffee and go home. Oh dear. The coffee shop is diagonally opposite the magnificent Exclusive Books Store. My willpower is only so strong. I’ll just take a look, I WILL NOT buy anything, I promised myself.
How was I to know they would be offering recent novels at the unheard of price of R38.00 each ? It would have been a sin not to take advantage. I emerged with six books, two of which are Christmas gifts. That’s gotta be good, hasn’t it? A nice Christmas gift for under R40.00 ?
My Murakami collection is missing The Elephant Vanishes, so that was a bargain. I’ve long wanted to read Yann Martel’s The High Mountains of Portugal. Paige Nick is one of my favourite South African authors – we should support local authors, right? This way up was a patriotic purchase. And I’ve recently discovered the joys of Ali Smith, so her award winning novel How to be Both was an excellent choice, don’t you agree? The two copies of Sally Andrews’ lively Tannie Maria Mystery should bring happy smiles on Christmas day.
All in all, a brilliant shopping expedition. I’m copacetic about the whole thing.
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