It really bugs my husband that I sell my beautiful handmade books by bartering for other books instead of setting a price in American dollars. “You put so much sweat into them,” he says. “You should get paid.”

          And I say, “Look at that TBR pile sitting on the cabinet, the TBR pile which has not been there for the past year-and-a-half because I have been too broke to buy more than one book at a time, and tell me you don’t feel insanely wealthy.”

          There is more to the argument, but I still think I’m right.