Bookworm at Heart

I have a serious problem - an addiction really. Its quite bad and I promised myself I would stop doing it. And yet tonight I started to get antsy and I found myself doing it. Even when I’m at work, I find myself thinking about it; I’m even looking it up on-line. And all you perverts out there I am not talking about porn or masturbation, I’m talking about my addiction to buying books! Some women have a shoe habit, some have a purse habit, I have a book habit.

I even tried going to the library to rent books to curb my craving of buying books. And I was able to rent four books from the library. I’m currently reading two of them right now, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time and I am Charlotte Simmons, but I just can’t get into them. The Curious Incident of the Dog isn’t too bad, but I read about 70 or so pages of Charlotte Simmons and had to put it down. Something about getting books at the library isn’t as satisfying as buying books.

Maybe it’s the way the library is set up. There aren’t any fancy displays and sometimes the library doesn’t have the newest books. The library doesn’t have any comfy places where you can sit and read or a Starbucks within the store so that you can enjoy a nice cup of coffee while you read. I try to make a list of books I want to read or authors I like so that when I go to the library I can browse for them. But its not the same as being in a store where I can purchase the books and actually get to keep them. And the stores just have so much variety of books, while the library is limited on their selection. Sometimes when I’m at the bookstore, I try and write down author’s names or titles of books so that I will remember to look for them the next time I’m at the library.

The worst part about me buying books is that I rarely pick up the book again to re-read it. I usually end up donating the books to the library after I’m done with it. There are only a handful of books that I can read over and over again. And some books I will keep regardless of whether or not I’ll read them again just because I like them or think that maybe in the future I will read it again.

It’s a vicious cycle and I need to stop. But on a bright note, I just bought From Baghdad with Love by Lieutenant Colonel Jay Kopelman and Eragon by Christopher Paolini. The first book is about a Marine in Iraq and he finds a puppy and against all odds decides to keep the puppy and somehow send it back to the US. The second book is written by a home-schooled 15 years old and kinda has the feel of The Lord of the Rings. I can’t wait to start reading them.