Someone is going to look at my order and say “What?”

It all started out innocently enough.  (If you can call it that.)

I came online tonight with the intention of going to Barnes & Noble’s website and ordering the screenplay to Hail, Caesar!…because I’m going to write a fanfic and some of the characters (*cough*Hobie*cough*) have really distinctive speaking patterns and it’ll be easier to try and match up to it (or at least not fail as badly) if I have the written text handy.  And I’d already looked on Amazon and seen that the Coen brothers did have the screenplay published.  (This, of course, was not a surprise.)

Only Barnes & Noble didn’t have it, except as a Nook ebook, only I don’t have a Nook and I prefer physical books anyhow.  But I really don’t want to be supporting Amazon if I can avoid it.

So I looked around on a couple of other sites I usually go to, and striking out on all of them, ended up at AbeBooks.  Where most of the books are used (which I feel bad about, but what else could I do?) and thus really cheap.  So, I figured I’d also order one of the books I’d planned on getting after hearing about it in that last class I took.

An hour (or so) later, I finally completed the order with about half of Émile Zola’s Rougon-Macquart saga in my shopping basket.

So, yeah, like I said, someone’s gonna look at that and be like “wtf is up with this girl?”

Because I ordered eleven 19th century French novels, and one screenplay.  (Probably would have been 12, if I hadn’t bought one in person the last time I was in a bookstore.)