I confess, that I am addicted to buying books, just can't help it, when I see a bookstore my mind goes on autopilot and my feet automatically start walking towards it. It is almost like I am the mariner being lured to be shipwrecked by the music played by the Sirens, the store beckons to me and once inside the intoxicating smell of the new books holds me spellbound.
I am at a very critical stage of this illness and just like men who chase women they have no intention of marrying, I sometime buy books I have no intention of reading. The reasoning I use to silence the teeny weeny logical part of my brain or conscience or whatever else the accusing voice that goes in your head every time you do something bad is called, is that it will help to improve my mind, and I know it could use all the improving it can get. This ploy usually works but as a result I have an entire closet full of books of which about 25% are of the kind, which in moments of sanity, I wonder what made me buy them in the first place. Add to this the books that are gifted to me by friends and colleagues who know I am a voracious reader. To be honest I don't have the heart to say no, but I believe that like lingerie, books are of a very personal nature and no matter how well you know the person, you shouldn't gift a person some book because you liked it as the person may have vastly different taste in books.
In the new year, I had decided to try and control my impulsiveness when it comes to buying any new books and try and go through the ones that I have accumulated over the years. I have managed to keep on the straight and narrow so far and hope to be good the rest of the year as well, so help me god!!!
I am at a very critical stage of this illness and just like men who chase women they have no intention of marrying, I sometime buy books I have no intention of reading. The reasoning I use to silence the teeny weeny logical part of my brain or conscience or whatever else the accusing voice that goes in your head every time you do something bad is called, is that it will help to improve my mind, and I know it could use all the improving it can get. This ploy usually works but as a result I have an entire closet full of books of which about 25% are of the kind, which in moments of sanity, I wonder what made me buy them in the first place. Add to this the books that are gifted to me by friends and colleagues who know I am a voracious reader. To be honest I don't have the heart to say no, but I believe that like lingerie, books are of a very personal nature and no matter how well you know the person, you shouldn't gift a person some book because you liked it as the person may have vastly different taste in books.
In the new year, I had decided to try and control my impulsiveness when it comes to buying any new books and try and go through the ones that I have accumulated over the years. I have managed to keep on the straight and narrow so far and hope to be good the rest of the year as well, so help me god!!!