Is it weird that I can spend hours in front of my bookshelf, staring at the rows of books with a big smile on my face? Is it weird that I sometimes pick them up, feel them, stroke them over their covers, open them up and take a long, slow breath. Is it weird that the rush of pure happiness is so overwhelming that I almost start to giggle?
Am I the only one who behaves this way?
About two weeks ago I did this and a tidalwave of WANT, washed over me. Now I can barely think of anything else than buying new books. The problem is that I CAN’T. I have to save money. I know that. I promised myself that I would only buy The Indigo Spell when it came out and then be done with it until after the trip to Nice in June. Now I realise that it will be physically impossible for me to keep that promise.
I’ve been hit by a grave case of abstinence and I need a new bunch of books to make it go away.
To get you to understand, here’s a reminder of my book-buying rules:
I only buy books if….
- I have read the book, loved it and therefore want to be able to reread it.
- It belongs to a series and who-are-we-kidding-I-can’t-wait-until-the-library-gets-it.
- I like the cover.
These three rules exist so that I will be able to get at least most of the books I want, but in this case I can’t even get those. It sucks so much sometimes. I
want need new books to survive.
I have to power through.
Anyway, it feels kind of good to tell you about it, but I don’t think it will be long before you get to see my book collection grow a bit.
When that time comes, it will probably be one or two (or three) of these books:
I want them all so bad!!!
*Big unhappy sigh*
Do you buy books? How often do you buy them and how do you feel about it? Do you feel the same way as I do? Please tell me in the comments.
Now I will go and stare at my books for a while…