Thoughtful Thursday (#6): Favorite Book Purchase Memory


 

Thoughtful Thursday is a weekly meme hosted by Reading Is Fun Again where I’ll answer whatever bookish question is thrown at me. If you would also like to participate, find out the rules by clicking here.

 

This Week’s Question:

What is your favorite book purchasing (borrowed from the library, etc) memory?

 

My Answer:

I spend two to three weeks visiting family in California every summer. Because of connections through my aunt’s job, my family and I always get the opportunity to go to the annual San Diego Comic-Con. Though my feelings on this fortune may seem astounding to you (and just a tad bit ungrateful), I’ll be honest and admit that Comic-Con doesn’t hold much of a thrill for me anymore. I’ve gone every year for as long as I can remember, and though the experience may have been fascinating the first three or four times, now it only feels repetitive and unworthy of the long waits in line, the trying not to get shoved over in crowds, and the incidents of either standing in one place for too long or endlessly walking blocks upon blocks away from or towards that “lucky” parking space.

Having said this, there was one particular year that I will cherish until my last breath on earth. I had some free time and decided to take a look at Comic-Con’s online itinerary. I wasn’t really anticipating anything new, but it’s occasionally satisfying to know what to expect. I happened to be scanning the guest lists, section by section, when I saw it: Patricia Briggs was hosting a book signing. THE Patricia Briggs. The fantasy fiction author I’ve aspired to become for so long. I was engulfed with feelings of incredulity, euphoria, and anxiety – my mind packed full of overlapping thoughts such as: I am finally going to see her in person, and – and I’ll probably get to shake her hand, get her picture. I bet she’s…but…but how will I talk to her? What am I even supposed to say? What if I make a fool of myself?

But all those thoughts and feelings were forced to a halt when a more paramount realization hit me. Comic-Con was the next day; I was on vacation, in California, and all of my Patricia Briggs’ books were back home, practically on the other side of the country.

Because I had never been to a book signing before, I had no idea that author’s almost always sell their novels as the signing takes place, which I will agree was pretty ignorant of me. Consequently, I freaked out and forced my aunt to drive me to the nearest bookstore. Three bookstores later, and I held what felt at the time to be the last surviving copy of any Patricia Briggs book every written. I know this sounds ridiculous, but when I finally entered the right bookstore, one of the employees, my aunt, and I were only able to find one copy with a frayed dust-jacket as though I were purchasing it from a used bookstore. (Don’t worry. I was able to get a discount.)

Luckily for me, the book I had boughten was Moon Called, the first in the Mercy Thompson series. And though I felt like a fool as I stood in line watching the stacks of books piled high on the table next to a signing Patricia Briggs and quickly decreasing as each person’s turn came up, none of it mattered. Because despite the fact that the battered book I held clutched to my chest was not even within spitting distance to the world’s last copy, it certainly was and is my most treasured one.

 

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What is your favorite book purchase memory? I’d love to read all your experiences. Leave a comment below.

 
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