Paid $60 for a used copy of A Little Life at a library sale in Tulsa, and I almost left it in the parking lot
I kept hearing people say it wrecked them, so I figured a cheap copy was low risk, and I cried so hard on my couch that my roommate asked if someone died. Has any book actually made you regret paying full price because you knew you could never read it twice?
Watched my sister do the exact same thing with a fancy blender she used once, and my neighbor bought a kayak that's been sitting in his garage for three years. We all do it. We pay for the idea of something instead of the thing itself. That copy of A Little Life is basically a $60 lesson that some books are meant to be borrowed, not owned. Same way nobody buys a treadmill expecting to actually run on it forever.