Hi, my name’s Litlove and I’m a bookaholic.
I’d seen a few pictures around the blogosphere lately of blogger’s tbr piles, and I kept thinking, that’s not a pile. What I have right here, now this is a pile. It’s a composite of Christmas and birthday books, some books bought with my book grant from work, some ARCs, a few trips to the bookstore and a lot of cheap copies from amazon marketplace sellers. And looking at it, I was forced to admit that I am a bookaholic.
I find it easier to get out of bed in the morning when I think the postman may be bringing me a book in the mail.
If I’ve had to do something difficult, I need to reward myself with a book or two. Or three.
I find I am motivated to earn money in order to fund my book-buying habit.
I don’t always tell Mister Litlove what I’ve bought, and quite often I hope he doesn’t ask.
When I get on amazon I only ever intend to buy one book, but sometimes I blank out only to find three or four in my virtual basket.
I can’t help myself; books just make me happy. After a few new books, my spirits are lifted and the world seems a better place.
After years of hardened book buying, my capacity for buying books is enormous. So I barely notice a little purchase here and there.
But there is some good news, in that you can all feel better about any book excesses you may have succumbed to over the past few months. They’re bound to pale in comparison. And I’m quite unrepentant; everyone needs a vice and this is a relatively healthy one. The only way it will kill me is if – as my son fears – the book piles grow so large that one day they topple over and crush me underneath them .
What a way to go!