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What happens when I go to church...

We have a lovely little church in our town. I never go into it. Except twice a year, where they have a mega second hand book sale to raise money for the local chaplain in schools.

I've shared our bounty before. This weekend was their summer sale. I called the family down after work. In the dying few hours of Sunday afternoon, bargains were to be had - $1.00 per book or a bargain $10 per box. Which one do you think we went with?

Duh! The boxes of course!!!

We got a heap of fiction, included MORE Agatha Christie's to add to the collection:

Hubby got some non-fiction (which he hardly ever reads, so I found his choices interesting!):

Some World Book series (yanno, what we used to use before Google and Wikipedia!):

Some English helpers for our coming homeschool year:

Some maths books for the forthcoming homeschool year (I had the 2 Unit book at school!):

I scored some navel-gazing self-help titles:

The kids scored some games and music books:

And just some brain food:

AND a jigsaw puzzle:

How cool is that?? Guess how much we paid for all of these?? Go on, huh, how much?

Twenty five dollars. $25!!!!! The lady gave us the world books box for $5. Score!

Now we just have to clean out the bookcases to make room for them and to give back to the church for the next time I go...

Does your church ever sell books?
What's the last book you bought?
How many bookcases in your house?


  1. What a haul. Wow.

    No, our church does not sell books. :)

  2. oh my gosh that is fantastic. I get very, very silly at church/scout hall book sales but in the past year I've been very disciplined. I blogged about our bookshelves here:

  3. We have quite a few local book sales and fairs. LOVE THEM! You got some good books there, can I borrow the self-help ones.

    I just counted 10 books shelves, you actually made me get up and go around the house and count them ... lol But we use the smallest one for our DVD collection and 2 are in the girls rooms so are a mixture of books, ornaments and FLUFFY things, so don't count I suppose. I also have about five boxes of books in the garage ... sigh. I seem to replace as many books as I donate these days it's never ending.

  4. Not many of our local churches have book sales, but a library in our area does a yearly sale that generally boasts books in the tens of thousands for sale! We always come home with at least one huge bag full for $10.
    Our home has 13 bookcases at last count. That doesn't include the impromptu bookcases on floors in each bedroom. Last year I tried to count our book collection and came up with an estimate around 1,100. I feel some personal responsibility for deforestation. But at least I usually buy them used... right?

  5. I feel my whole body humming, just thinking about a book sale!!!!!!!!!

    You scored some really excellent titles. I have only read two or three Christies...I may have to add her to my reading list.

    ENJOY your score!

  6. So jealous! What a deal. No our churches do not sell books, honestly that is probably a good thing on my part. I am thankful Papa can build ,we have bookshelves everywhere.


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