The when and how is a little blurry, but you’ve ended up with about three hundred dollars worth of books stowed in a shopping basket. You can’t remember taking the Turgenev off the shelf, nor the Zadie Smith, yet here you are. After spending a few minutes deciding exactly how much you actually need to eat this week, you dejectedly trace a path through the store, depositing most of the basket back onto the shelves. It’s a depressing affair, but after a while you’ve whittled the basket down to a just a few books, ones that you’re really eager to read. You think about the poolside chair and the sweet tea. You smile and walk toward the check out counter.