BarryHutchison

Today, I had an idea.  Not an idea that’s going to change the world or anything, but an idea I think is good all the same.  Here it comes now.

I’m going to buy a book.

Bear with it, it gets more interesting.

I’m going to buy a book from a charity shop.

Huh?  Huh?  What, you want more?  Okay, here’s the clincher:

I’m going to buy a book from a charity shop in a genre I wouldn’t normally read.

That shut you up, didn’t it?  There was you thinking “Barry, you’ve lost your mind, what are you on about?” and now look at you.  Sitting there agog, probably with your mouth hanging slightly open, as the sheer brilliance of my idea slowly sinks in.

Yes, tomorrow I’m going to go to a charity shop, and I’m going to buy a book which I would not normally even think about purchasing.  And then I’m going to read it, otherwise the whole exercise would be largely pointless.

The way I see it is this:

1)  I’m doing something for charity

2)  I’m getting a book cheap

3)  I’m stepping outside my literary comfort zone, and opening myself to potentially a whole new world of reading adventure.

also, 4)  I’m getting out of the house and having actual interaction with another human being who isn’t a member of my immediate family.

I’ll report back tomorrow with how I get on.