I really wish I could pinpoint what exactly makes me want to buy books. I do it when I’m sad… a little when I’m angry… when I want to get out of the house… when I’m excited about something… when I’m planning something exciting… when I’m lonely… when I’m bored…
In short: I buy books All. The. Time.
Case in point:
These have been my most recent acquisitions. In my defense, I have finally found another individual with the same taste in literature so I’m excited to dive into some new books I hadn’t heard of before (Warbreaker, The Book Thief, and The Magicians). Gone with the Wind is a chunky read for one of my book clubs online. My Mile in Her Boots is missing in action and I FINALLY found another copy of it… and Lonesome Dove is an American classic that I promised myself I simply had to read. And… well… “Best American Nonrequired Reading 2010” is edited by Dave Eggers and David Sedaris. How can it possibly not be good?
My problem lies in the fact that I have slowed to the point of a crawl on my reading lately. Apartment flood, move, job troubles, even bigger move, finding work troubles, and a sincere lack of comfy reading places in my current abode have all stepped in. Or, rather, I have let them step in. As my friend Jeff has always said (in not so many words) “make time.”
This weekend I worked on “making time.” I made time to watch the first two disks of “How I Met Your Mother,” a five mile hike an hour from home, a few Borders stops, some spaghetti eating, some Sonic stopping, and to try to take a chunk out of my current read: Edith Hamilton’s Mythology.
With NaNoWriMo bearing down on us oh so soon… and my total book count totaling less in the past three months than it has ever been in a single month earlier this year… I have to wonder if maybe I set my goal too low and now I’m just complacent. “I met my goal, I can stop.”
Whatever the case is, my book buying is not up to speed with my reading. At the rate I’m reading right now, I should only buy one book every… well… year. In the time it would take me to read everything in my to-read pile… I’m going to be a busy person for the… oh…. rest of my natural LIFE.
So I ask, dear friends. Is there a support group out there for book-buying-addicts like me? Or am I the only person in the world comforted by the thought that there is a beautiful pile of books by my bed that will always be excited to see me?