...and I'm a book-aholic.
But I have no intention of entering any kind of program or counseling to change this addiction. In fact, I recently joined the local library's "Friends" group so I can encourage the addiction. I did this after going to the used book sale...twice...The first time was with a mere $20 in my pocket. I reasoned I would be naturally limited in what I purchased as a result. Oh, it's so much fun to live in my delusions. At $1 for hardcover books and 50 cents for paperbacks there were too many bargains to be had. I just whipped out my checkbook. All I can say is it's a good thing they don't accept credit cards. Shoes and clothing hold no allure in shopping but I am not to be trusted with a credit card in a book store.
When I returned a couple of days later it was $4 a bag day. I took my own bag, which was smaller than the bags they offer. I still crammed it to overflowing. I have 50 new-to-me books sitting on my dining room table waiting to be shelved (on shelves which have a decided lack of space). This does not count the dozen children's books I purchased, some to give away, some to add to my own collection. (Yes, I collect Caldecott Winner and Honor books because even as a grown up I love a well done picture book and some day I will have grandchildren who need to be read to. If my children never reproduce I will go out and find little people who need to be read to.) In the den, I have an entire wall of shelves that are full. I have a small shelf unit in the living room that is full. My living room has stacks of books on the floor. My night stand has more stacks of books.
I dream of building my own house, not so I can have some huge mansion but so I can customize spots for all my books. I'd make spots like this, or this, or this, or ooohh...this...and furnish the house with this, or this.
I found out the county library is considering moving one of its branches to across the street from my office. I could indulge during lunch hour! Oh happy day!
I am itching for my annual visit to Maryland so I can take a huge stack of books to chew through while I sit on the beach.
If loving books is wrong, I don't want to be right.