I am addicted to books.
Obviously, this is something I would expect most of you to understand, which is why I’m writing it here.
A few days ago, I spent about a lot of money—much, much more than I can afford right now, which is about $0—on five new books from Amazon. I finally bought Divergent by Veronica Roth (which I actually finished in about 12 hours, but which won’t be posted till I’m done posting about Narnia) and On Writing by Stephen King, which I’ll probably be reading once I finish Plum Island…or maybe not, I don’t know if I can wait that long. I also bought Evelina, Camilla, and Cecilia, Fanny Burney’s three main novels. I had been looking for a nice boxed set or even anthology, but the best I could do was get all Oxford World Classics editions.
But my point here is that I have plenty of books sitting on my shelf just waiting to be read. But nooo, I had to have more. And I expect this will continue to be a problem when I get my tax return in a month or so. Luckily I’m having it deposited directly into a savings account so I’ll feel guilty using it. BUT STILL.
Someone, please stop me from buying books until I have enough money to do so. Remind me that I have quite enough already and could very possibly need to by another entire bookshelf soon if I don’t control myself.
But I guess that’s what an addiction is, isn’t it?
I’ll have to hit rock bottom before I change.
Hopefully that will never happen.
If I’m going to have an addiction, this is definitely the one for me.by