I borrowed a copy of The Plays of Anton Tchekov (sic) from the library today, in order to read 'The Cherry Orchard'. This turned out to be rather pointless as not only was the translation contained within was clunky at best, painful at worst, but I already have a copy of 'The Cherry Orchard' in my AP English 12 textbook, the Perrine's Literature one.
I'm sure I can connect this to some statement about happiness being right in your own backyard, but right now I'm a little annoyed that I have to lug around the thick textbook whenever I want to read the play.
I did manage to borrow a copy of Killing The Buddha: A Heretic's Bible. I'm pretty certain that The Book of Ruth alone would be worth the purchase.
You do not want to know.