I’m a book-aholic; let me count the ways:
- If I see a book on sale, I have to buy it, regardless of how overwhelming my TBR pile is. Cheap books are where my obsession with books and my obsession with bargains merge in perfect harmony
- Further to the above, the Lifeline Book Fair is at once the best and the worst thing in the world. Even though I know I don’t need any more books, I absolutely cannot stop myself from going every single time it is on. What can I do, it’s for charity…
- Even if the library is open, I have to return my books into the returns bin out the front, because as soon as I step one foot inside those doors, I’m powerless. I get all excited being around so many books and I just can’t help myself – I have to have them all. So, while the reason for my trip may have been an innocent returns mission, it always ends in more borrowing
- And if, for some reason, I allow myself to enter the gates of heaven and find myself in the stacks, I will sometimes take the books I’ve already read off the shelves. Just to look at them, and nod knowingly to myself. If it’s a book I really love, I have to hold myself back from forcing it on any one of the poor, unsuspecting library patrons
- I can’t get rid of books, even ones I hated. Just writing the words ‘get rid’ so close to the word ‘books’ makes me nervous. I horde them for that day that is coming soon (please, pretty please), when this is mine
- At work, at concerts, at the movies, at parties, everywhere, I find myself daydreaming about the couch and the half-finished book waiting there for me
- Sometimes I don’t drink when I go out so I can read in bed before I go to sleep
- And other times I don’t go out at all.
There are about a million other ways in which my obsession manifests, but you get the picture. What are your ways?
Categories: Book life