Confession of an Addict: Forgotten Piles.

Being a hoarder, I know how easy it is to get buried under a rubble of books. I was cleaning (insert eye roll here) the other day and have finally gotten around to putting my hauls off the kitchen counters. If you follow me on Twitter, you’d soon be privy to my rumblings about my constant need to clean. It’s disgusting! I had to reorganize my TBR shelf and move some books in order of urgency. I mean, I was aware that my bookshelves are deep enough to have stacks behind the stacks but I never realized what was actually behind it until I started pulling books. Let’s just say, no one can accuse me of not supporting the Indie industry!

BEFORE

                                                         

AFTER
It doesn’t look nearly as organized as the before shot, I know. But I want to be able to see what’s behind the front stacks. I took some Indie books out of there and replaced them with books that I don’t think I’ll be reading yet in the near future. I also managed to unearth a vase-full of swags. I can’t believe what’s in there!  Lots of signed bookplates, a pouch of sea glass from Jess Kirby and some neat, crafty book marks. 
I know my weekly book hauls have been ridiculous but for once there was a fleeting staggering, overwhelming feeling that I’ll never catch up. I don’t have any self-control and asking me to stop buying books is as pointless as telling Matthew McConaughey to put a shirt on. I’m not even kidding. Anyway, next time you have a moment to spare, check every nooks and crannies of your shelves; because you’ll never know what you’ll find! 
-Joy-