… Said no booklover ever.
My bookshelves are overflowing, but I can’t seem to stop buying them. I have 4 bookshelves in my house. Each holds quite a large amount of books, and still I have no room.
What is it about a book that says “buy me”?
Just this weekend I bought at least six books.
I’m not even a fast reader.
The other day I read an article about how many books we can realistically read before we die – a morbid thought, but one that hit home.
Apparently I am going to be able to read about 3000 books with the time I have left. I haven’t counted lately, but I think I am close to closing in on that number of unread books at home.
That means that, if I keep buying books at this rate, I am never going to read all of the books I own.
Somehow, this has not deterred me. It has not slowed me down with my book buying or made me consider getting rid of any of the books I already own.
I’m not sure that it should.
For me, books are not just an entertainment thing. They’re a calming instrument. Put me in a room with books and I instantly feel a little bit calmer. Plus they look pretty and make me look smarter than I am.
I think I own too many books.
But I’ll let you in on a secret…
I. Don’t. Care.