i am an avid reader. 1001 books to read before you die avid. books are beautiful, cheap (i rarely pay more than $2 a book- but you can even get them for free here), always an adventure… i even love the smell. as a result of my bibliophilia i’m usually reading at least 2 at any given time (right now i’m reading a vintage nancy drew- “the double jinx mystery”, and “the woman in white” by wilkie collins), but every now and again, a girl gets a hankering for a magazine. a bright, glossy, advertising laden, throw away magazine. yum.
usually this desire overwhelms me at the grocery checkout. it’s roughly the same process as convincing myself that i need a candybar:
bad allie: oooh celebrity cellulite!
good allie: it’s $4, and you can read about it on the internet.
bad allie: but what about marie osmond’s diet tips?
good allie: east less, exercise more- that’s all you need to know.
bad allie: shut the hell up, i’ve had a rough day. *tosses magazine into cart*
only to get the magazine home, spend about 30 minutes gorging myself, and then toss it into the recycle bin. two $4 magazines a month- and i’m down $100 for the year. damn! the answer to this painful affliction is simple: SUBSCRIPTIONS!
magazines don’t make their money off the cover price, they make it from their advertisers- which is exactly why subscriptions to most magazines are so cheap. every january, i subscribe to at least two magazines so that i am less tempted to toss the glossy rags into my cart on my way through the express lane. sure, i occasionally fall of the wagon- but absolutely less than $100 worth. this year’s selections: readymade (most adorable artsy-craftsy magazine ever) & nylon (pretentious urban hipster bullshit- but so pretty!)
amazon.com almost always rocks my socks off with their subscription deals, but they are currently running a hot promotion where you can get and additional $5 off a whole bunch of different mags from playboy to mental floss. i got $3 off of nylon, and $5 off of readymade, making the grand total for both around $14 (which definitely leaves a little wiggle room for the occasional check-out line indescretion).
some other sexy deals:
oh, and a whole bunch of fucking cat magazines for people who probably don’t enjoy my blog.