When I go on holiday, I often end up at one or more used bookstores. I always find a good book I’ve been meaning to read, and I always justify the inevitable purchase by saying, “I’m on vacation; I should treat myself to this book.” It works well, and I’ve acquired some of my favorite books this way. Yet, like so many traditions in life, it doesn’t hold up to scrutiny. In reality, I don’t need an excuse to buy a good book. All things being equal, I can do it any time I want. But having a reason does seem to make the process more enjoyable, somehow.
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