Just the other day–in a top 10 list–I mockingly bemoaned the fact that I couldn’t trade in my Twilight books at a local used book shop.
I actually think this is a good thing.
Because if the used book shops have too many of these to take in any
more, it means we’re reaching market saturation. In essence, they heyday of the angsty teen vampire romance genre is on the way to its nadir. (Besides, it you desire to read a vampire story, go with Bram Stoker’s original, Dracula–an epistolary novel couched in terms of spiritual warfare. Accept no Stephanie Meyer, er, substitutes).
For clarity’s sake, and in case you were wondering: no, I read neither
Twilight, nor its sequels. But, you ask, why did you have them to trade in.
The reasons are twofold:
1) At work each year, we partner with a local charity; part of this
involves book sales.
2) I got all four of the Twilight books for $4.00. I did this to play
a prank on my son, while also figuring I could trade them in later on.
Here’s how the prank went down:
I called from work, telling my thirteen year-old I had a surprise for
him–thus building anticipation. He wanted to know what, but I didn’t
When I arrived home that evening, I gave his five year-old sister
something, let it marinate a bit, and then presented him with a brown
paper grocery bag with his surprise inside. He tore that thing open with alacrity, was momentarily stunned, and said:
“Are you freakin’ kidding me?”
Then he threw the bag across the room. The look of simultaneous sheer
abject horror, shock, and disbelief that washed over his face was, like those MasterCard commercials, priceless.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, friends and neighbors,
is how I roll.
What pranks have you played on friends, or family members? Do you
think that was cruel and unusual of me to do that?
P.S. For those keeping store, my $4.00 investment eventually netted me $12.00 in credit at the book shop.