Buy More Books!

If you’re a book lover like me, you’ll know what I am talking about when I say I have a library in my basement. And there’s no possible way I will read every single book on those shelves in my lifetime. Hell, I’ve got at least ten books sitting on my desk alone that I have yet to read, and every time I walk by them I think, soon. Soon I will find the time to sit down and scour your pages, little book, and then I will know your secrets. And I’m forced to push back that date to another day, even though all I want to do is read another book.

            The real kicker is, is that I keep buying new books that I want to read, even though my collection is far larger than it should be as it is. They keep luring me in like a fish on a hook; I drive by Half-Priced Books or Barnes and Noble and I can’t help but stop. I love the smell of freshly printed books, and I get a little sentimental when I walk into one of the shops and see rows and rows of potential literature.

            In fact, just today I visited both of those stores, and I walked away with two brand new books, forty five dollars poorer, and a wide grin on my face. My two purchases just happen to be Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell and The Bane Chronicles by Cassandra Clare, and I am so excited to read them, when and if I ever find the free time. They joined other titles on my desk such as Silver Shadows by Richelle Mead, Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and The Perilous Sea by Sherry Thomas.

            And I wonder: why am I so drawn to a book, even if I’m fully aware that I’ll never even open its cover? Maybe I just like it as decoration; after all, having more books makes you look, like, so damn smart, right? Or maybe it’s the smell, like I previously stated I love. Even now, after thinking about it for a while, I’m not entirely sure. Maybe it’s the possibility that someday I will read them all, and it’s a goal I strive to keep.