In which I had a list.
I walked up the escalator to the second floor and picked up the three books on my list:
Special Topics in Calamity Physics was penned by the same author. I’ve seen reviews of it and was attracted by its clever title.
100-YEAR-OLD MAN looks like a funny, quirky book.
So there I was, on my way down to pay for the books when I saw Jojo Moyes’ and Kelley Armstrong’s latests.
I bought two extra books than what I had originally planned. I didn’t think it was a big deal. Until…
As I stepped off the escalator, I heard this teeny tiny voice, beckoning me to come. I navigated the blockade, destination – that opening toward that one place that was being kept from me. And because I was weak I ended up picking those books shown above. Le sigh.
Attachments by Rainbow Rowell is technically an Adult Fiction book. I have no clue how it got shelved in YA. Seriously, they should hire me.
So yeah, what started out as three books, became eleven. I shouldn’t feel ashamed though. I was stalking some book tubers Sunday morning and found one blogger who said, “why should you feel ashamed for buying books?” And gosh darn it, she’s right. It’s not like I’m stealing it. It’s not like I’m choosing this addiction over food and clothing or my family’s needs. I’m easily swayed, I know. But this vice actually feeds the mind and sometimes, depending on the book you’re reading, your soul as well. So you know what?
I’m owning this. Here’s to a guilt-free book buying binges!
I am Joy and I’m an addict.