This past weekend, I went to this giant book sale where all books were either $1 for paperbacks or $2 for hardcovers. Needless to say, I went a little crazy.
I went both Saturday and Sunday and scored these beauties. All these books for $26. Twenty. Six. Dollars. I was out of my mind giddy, smiling the whole time I was at the event. I sorted through all the stacks multiple times. I chose most of the books blindly (as opposed to checking ratings and reviews on goodreads like I usually do). I bought them, came home, laid them out before me, smiled, caressed the covers and relished in the new books I’d brought into my life, dreaming of the day I’d finally be able to read them (damn, I have a lot of books I need to read…).
And then I was hit with a feeling. An unusual and strange feeling of… guilt, actually. I wondered to myself: do I need to tone it down? Am I buying too many books? I don’t even have enough shelves for these books to sit on. I daily stare at a stack of them lying on the floor in my writing room. Should I perhaps read the multitudes of unread books I already have before I buy more? What the hell am I doing? Should I cut this out?
No sooner had the questions begun, than did I have an answer for them: Hell no. I will NOT apologize for loving and err… maybe having a little lack of control when it comes to buying books. I’m not addicted to buying books. Addiction is much more complicated than that. But I do love books, and they make me better when I read more of them. So I’m not going to put a cap on how many books I buy as long as I have the means to buy them (particularly if I’m getting a great deal on them in the meantime).
Because I’m me and my love of lists is as embarrassing as it is real, I’ve decided to create a one to even further justify and examine the reasons I don’t feel guilty or regret buying more books. So if you also can’t seem to walk into a bookstore without leaving with a new treasure (or two… or three), this post is to affirm you in your decision making. Keep on keeping on.