Today, after work, I went on a little shopping spree.
No, not shoes.
Not clothes, either.
It's books. My secret obsession is books.
I'm already organizing the bookshelf in double rows, I don't really have any more place, still I can't stop buying books, even if I still have a couple which should be read first before new books should be bought.
And yes, as a designer, I judge a book by it's cover. And only try to buy pretty editions.
(In case you're interested, I bought Nick Hornby "Juliet, Naked", David Nicholls "Starter for Ten", John Irving "Prayer for Owen Meany" & "The World According To Garp".)