Travis and I went shopping today to get each other presents. We thought the mall would be crazy busy, full of panicky last-minute shoppers, but it wasn't overly crowded and no one seemed particularly stressed which made for an easier than expected trip. We knew what we wanted and staged a successful guerrilla shopping campaign – in and out quick and no one got hurt. I am now the proud owner of seven of the thickest books I could find in MultiPlaza's Libreria Internacional bookstore. And Travis has a handful of new Calvin Klein t-shirts.
I'm already half-way through one of the books, David Lodge's Changing Places, because I have no will power. So we don't have nicely wrapped parcels to open on Christmas Day. I'm excited to get the books though, wrapping or no wrapping, because keeping up with my reading habit is difficult and expensive without a public library. I'm constantly in danger of running out of reading material which makes me surprisingly tense. I wonder what I would do in a place with no books – either write a lot myself or go crazy I suppose.