I think, I’ll be blogging Buffett for a long time now. I love the old man. 
Despite his genius and big big bucks, he seems so ordinary — that normal people like me can relate to and learn to love.
Last week, I promised my boyfriend that I’ll be buying newspapers every Sunday to start a new routine of getting out of the apartment. I did after the Sunday mass. And I tried reading it from cover to cover. I don’t know why I haven’t loved the newspaper. I just can’t read everything in it. It requires too much effort on my part.
I mentioned Buffett because after buying newspapers I decided to go to the local bookstore to just see if I can find some titles that would interest me. Well, the bookstore, Kingstone, mostly has Chinese books in its shelves and I was totally dismayed. That’s a sure sign that I’m getting cable after. But I didn’t want to let this eat me without asking one of its personnel. “You mei you Yingwen books (didn’t know the Chinese of book, sorry). The friendly girl nodded and took me to the corner shelf near the cashier. I felt glad thinking that one shelf is ok with me but no, the English collection was just contained in the two rows of that shelf. Sure there are Kinsella books, but I’m no shopaholic so I won’t enjoy it. I’m also not a vampire so I don’t want New Moon. And then there it was…The Snowball. 
Warren Buffett had me at the first sight as I saw the thick black book with his grandfatherly smile. It was expensive though, yi qian er bai wu (NT$1250). Not within my monthly budget. Now, call me a rational impulsive buyer. I felt the impulse to buy the book and I quickly rationalized by decision by saying it’s ok, I won’t be getting cable instead. Best deal! I’m loving reading The Snowball!
