The usual Saturday morning entertainment? Estate sales, naturally.
And, as usual, I was digging through some random deceased old lady's (It's ALWAYS a woman, by the way, never a man. In the world of "normal people," only women routinely buy novels and read for fun.) worldly collection of books. Fortunately, the selection, which included the ubiquitous romances, "women's literature," and *cringes* Reader's Digest condensed books (What, I ask, is the appeal???), obviously belonged to someone who was a big Asia fan. For sale was every Pearl S. Buck novel ever written, not to mention a few Chinese writers I'd never heard of before. I ended up leaving with a gorgeous two-volume hardcover boxed set of Chin P'ing Mei printed in 1940, an illustrated, hardcover edition of Seven Pillars of Wisdom by T. E. Lawrence printed in 1938, and the first American edition of The Persian Boy by Mary Renault, which, alas, is missing its dustjacket.
EDIT: After doing some research, I've discovered that the English translation of Chin P'ing Mei that I acquired today is heavily abridged and most likely bastardized...and that the comprehensive English translation of this classic Chinese novel has not been written yet! Ah well, I wasn't necessarily planning on reading my 65 year old books, anyway. (They're just too damn PRETTY...!)