Close friends, family members, and the Boyfriend–especially the Boyfriend–know that I have a problem. I like to think myself as strong willed, determined, with a good head on my shoulders. But this good head on my shoulders has an off switch when it comes to books, particularly when a chance comes to acquire books.
I’m not sure how to explain it. I’m a sucker for those Sale bins at stores and book stores alike that hold nothing but the books nobody liked for a few dollars. MUST BUY TWO. Used books at Hastings… for a dollar with the purchase of one other book? SEVEN. My school particularly likes putting unwanted textbooks on a table with a sign reading, “Free.” Mostly textbooks about college help for reading and writing, a few on applied calculus, and some poetry pamphlets. I know I took at least twenty.
This. . . habit is also inclusive to the digital world. When I received my Kindle, my first course of action was to visit Amazon’s Kindle/ebook store and download every possible book that was free and sounded remotely interesting. It didn’t matter if I would never read a glossary on the insect world or certain fairy tales of the Sanskrit, this was a vast pool of information and fiction that I could own!
And that’s another problem I face. There is a large percentage of books that I pinch that I do intend to read. Books that like to stack themselves into large piles in my room and trip unsuspecting passersby. However, I lack a certain will to read. Starting my senior year of high school, I just haven’t read that much, which is a real shame because I enjoy reading. The process has become similar to writing. My exhausting life has left little to no time or energy to pursue such interests. So often, I am forced between reading or writing. And it’s hard to find time to do that between working, sleeping, schooling, studying, laundry, eating, driving, sleeping again, napping. I’m forced to choose and unfortunately, the essentials of life get in the way.