Believe in Nracles: Book Lover’s Dreams Come True

Do you believe in nracles?  I didn’t either until Husband turned to me yesterday and asked, “Do you want to… go to Bookmans?”

Thing about my husband: Not a big book guy.  I thought he was kidding, but of course I round on him, eyes saucers, and exclaim at the top of my lungs, “YEEEEEEEEEES!”

He replied, “Well, put some pants on and let’s go!”  It took me a solid 90 seconds to establish he was serious, and another 90 seconds of jumping for joy and doing my signature Point Dance (much like the disco point, except you point all over the place with the best poker face you can muster) before I grabbed some pants and got ready, singing my new hit single “I’m Going to Bookmans” all the while.

Apparently it was time to let go of some of his old gaming consoles and games:  His N-64 and Sega Genesis, along with one of the best games in Genesis history: Sonic 2. And, of course, ZELDA for the 64.  Classic!


I had a few books of my own I was willing to part with: my paperback copy of Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell (an incredibly clever book that I read 200 pages of, but it is a slog of a piece and I think will better serve as an audiobook), The Duchess, and two other crappy books I can’t even remember the names of because I got them for free somewhere and never read them.

Fast forward to Bookmans:  Get to the trade counter, get our trade cards (6 of hearts and 6 of diamonds), and I let loose.  I’m like a sadist in a torture chamber, skipping from section to section, perusing various works, fanning through pages and taking big whiffs.  I’ve been fancying me some paranormal romance (because who doesn’t want to read about vampires getting it on?), so I go to find some Laurell K. Hamilton and Goodreads search some other writers that can properly sate this part of my literary palette.

Forty minutes later, I rediscover Husband (was he here this whole time?) and we go to check on the value of our wares.  Jonathan Strange and The Duchess they’ll take, not the crappy books, and I receive a whopping eight bucks in store credit.  Husband receives one hundred twenty dollars in store credit.

I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was.  He hands me the golden ticket that is, to me, actual gold, and I raise it in the air, singing, “Ahhhhhhh!”  Husband tells me to find more books to buy.  Don’t have to tell me twice!  I gather a satisfying pile of books (as well as a Korn CD and a badass game), careful not to not blow my load in one go (insert joke here).  Even Husband got a book!  We leave this magical wonderland with a bag full of goodness and a song in our hearts.  Book lover’s dreams really can come true.

To celebrate our success, we went to a local coffee shop and got a Thai boba tea and a gyro salad.  Atop their sneeze guard they have what they claim to be a charm that keeps the “nracles” away; a gold, glittering block that states, “Believe in Nracles.” And what a fine job it does! Never seen a single one. *wink*

How about you? Have your book lover dreams ever come true? Do you believe in nracles?  Leave a Reply and tell me all about it!

My glorious haul

4 thoughts on “Believe in Nracles: Book Lover’s Dreams Come True

  1. I just had a recent Nracles. I was visiting my brother and his wife at the apartment complex then live in and she told me she found two books left as giveaways in the laundry room. I thought, “oh shit some lame ass, dime store romance novels, no doubt” but to my surprise one was previously uncollected short fiction by one of my favorite authors, Kurt Vonnegut (Bagombo Snuff Box) and the other was The Foundation Trilogy by Isaac Asimov who I haven’t read since I was a youngster!

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