Books.

I've been reading a lot of books lately.

It saddens me that all these used book stores are closing down in the OC area. Book Baron (on Magnolia and Ball) is having a 50%off sale, so I've been spending the last couple of days huddled in it's dusty aisles, reading chapters from novels with unique titles (those are the only ones that seem to catch my attention) and judging other customers by their book choices (How many biographies of the Beatles do you REALLY need?).

For the past couple of years, the books I seem to start never get finished. There are no endings to most of the stories I have delved into. Do I lose interest? Do I not want to know the ending? Maybe some comfort is found when my mind decides that reading halfway is the best relationship you can have with a paperback. This way, I don't know the ending, leaving me the option of creating my own celestial/scornful/romantic/abrupt finish, or creating a situation where I'll always end up telling myself 'I should finish that book...', just incase I END up craving a need for an END.