My book buying is out of hand. Even in my second month of not buying any (physical) books from Amazon I still have managed to accrue an alarming amount. They range from second-hand books (how can you resist a 50p book, HOW!?!) to a Daunt Books splurge.
As much as I hate restricting my reading, something has to give – otherwise my shelves will. I sorted my shelves at the beginning of December, pulling out books I wouldn’t read and hadn’t read, it was a big enough pile then. How have I managed to make it bigger? I may have to implement a one in one out system soon before I lose floor space.
Have a look at my pile, anything you recommend reading next:
And this isn’t even counting the many Kindle books I have.
Sometimes I wonder if I enjoy buying books more than reading them. Or perhaps I’m just an addict, and rather than chugging down all the alcohol or narcotics that will fit into my body I’ve chosen books (and diet coke, but I’d rather not talk about that).
The rush you get from reading them though, wow.
Tell me I’m not alone!