Signed Books

I thought I didn’t care about signed books, I mean, it’s cool that the author held that book, but as a reader of classics, where most of the authors I love are passed, I cannot afford said signed books (if they even exist).

This was until my lovely mother took me to “An Inconceivable Evening” with Cary Ewles that I got the bug.  I know, a movie showing. Leave it to me to find the books at any and all events, lord knows if they are there – I’m going to sniff them out.

Now, I had no idea Cary Eweles had even written a book, much less that it was one about the Princess Bride (truly this is criminal, I can’t pick a favorite book to save my life, but I have a favorite movie and it is 210% this).

Nevermind that, when I say that I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw this book stand. I mean it. I grabbed my mother’s sleeve like a godd*mn 5 five year old and stood there all starry eyed, just like those toys you wanted at the supermarket checkout. I. Needed.  One. Of. Those. Books. Freaking Westly had touched those books. I absolutely required one.

Now, did I totally overpay for a paperback? Oh, yes. Yes I did.  Would I have paid double for it? Yes, indeed.

Now I’m on a bit of a kick.  I have a Susanna Clarke and a Jonathan Sims signed copy in the mail from the UK (thank you https://www.welbooks.co.uk/), paid more for the shipping than the books. No regerts. (count your days Cary Ewles, my wallet has a score to settle)

There is something really special about signed editions, and while I’m not going to be going nuts and buying a million, my two favorite living authors and my favorite movie certainly suffice for now. Assuming I don’t find any more that I don’t own, or -hope beyond all hopes- if an author comes to South Carolina for a signing and by some miracle if I am not late to it like I am to everything else.