Okay dear readers, I think we’ve gotten pretty close over the past few months. I’ve told you about my embarrassing moments, my hopes and dreams, and my greatest accomplishments — now its time for me to come clean.
I have an obsession.
Books. I will bring lunch for a week, return $5 dresses, wear my contacts for longer than I should simply to stretch a few dollars, but I have absolutely no problem buying an endless supply of books.
It honestly makes no sense. Libraries exist. But there’s something about owning the books that makes me feel good. I like going back and rereading them, underlining things, dog-earing pages. But whats the point of owning them? To impress the people that come to your apartment? Its not like I carry a wallet-sized photo of my bookshelf to show people at the airport. When I moved here and had no job, I stretched ramen for days but still found money to buy a new book or two. My parents said “Why don’t you just go to the library, save some money?” I remember yelling back at them “Why don’t I just go to a soup kitchen!?! That could save money too!!” Yes. I’m irrational.
I decided to soften the blow of my newly-prescribed expensive contacts by taking a stroll through Barnes & Noble. It seems counter-intuitive to spend money to make myself feel better about having to spend money, but that’s beside the point. I went in and bought 3 books that I’ve been wanting (lots of time traveling = lots of times in airports = lots of time reading the back of book covers in Hudson News = long wish list). When I got back to work we were discussing my purchases and one of my co-workers recommended a book so highly that I immediately ordered it on Amazon.
My next reads:
- Summer at Tiffany
- Home Game: An Accidental Guide to Fatherhood
- How Did You Get This Number
- It Could Be Worse, You Could Be Me
Hi, my name is Sue and I’m a bookaholic.