O’Mama and I are attending an English teacher conference this weekend. Yesterday was the first day. Because we arrived a bit too late to make the first session of workshops (my fault; I missed the exit), we spent a little time browsing in the main hall. There were tables set up all around a function room where colleges set up informational stations, the National Guard had a set-up advertising their in-school programs, and several publishers had books on display.
O’Mama and I wandered over to one of the book tables (because, you know, the gravitational pull and all…). Come to find out, they were GIVING the books away! All they asked was that, if we decided we liked them, we’d do our best to convince the Powers that Be to let us use them in the curriculum. Sweet Mother of Emily Dickenson – ALL THE FREE BOOKS WE COULD CARRY!
Seriously, y’all; I came away with books that, retail, were worth at least – if not more – than I paid for the conference. We had to make two trips to the car to stash all the swag. We were in geeky, giddy, Book Whore Heaven!
We’re going back this morning; there are a couple of workshops that really interest us. I wonder if they’ll be giving away DIFFERENT books today?
(Oh, and Mr. Chili took this:
and told me to post it with the caption “Where One Can Almost ALWAYS Find Mrs. Chili.” To be fair, I wasn’t blogging; you’ll notice that pile of books next to me (don’t pay attention to the rest of the mess, just focus on the books)? I was inputting them into the library software that Mr. Chili bought for me so that I could get the pile OFF the counter and INTO the bookshelves. Still, he’s not wrong; I do need a blogging intervention.)