It’s confession time here on Readerly Musings!
Before I go into detail, I would like to write up a bit of a disclaimer: I have bought the majority of the books I own either used or on sale. Since I was a little girl, I have frequented book sales where the prices are $2 and under, and the local Barnes & Noble I go to most often has a used book section. Before I started book blogging, the majority of books I bought new were books I literally could not wait for and would devour pretty much the first chance I had, regardless of what else I may have been reading at the time.
For the past little over two weeks, I have been working on organizing all of my books and getting some new bookcases into my room (1, 2). At approximately 6PM on March 29, I finished filling all of my bookcases with the exception of some spaces I purposely left for books I know I will be getting soon, and some others I hope to find. I also have a shelf that would not fit any books (not even mass market paperbacks) that I have left for a small Harry Potter display.
The problem? I have no more space for bookcases (I even went out and bought the optional extenders for my bookcases to get in as many as possible so that my bookcases now practically touch the ceiling), but I have a ton more books – which I’m keeping – in boxes and no clue as to where I can put them. To give a bit of an idea as to how bad the situation is, I only have three out of twenty three shelves either completely or mostly dedicated to paperbacks. The other twenty are all hardcover.
Those twenty three shelves should really be counted as twenty seven shelves to include the two small bookcases that fit under my windows, but one of those bookcases is filled solely with with my Doctor Who (9th-11th incarnations) and Torchwood hardcover novels, while the other is for my oversized and not necessarily fiction books.
So what does this all mean?
I am a book hoarder.
Though, in a way, I’m not all that ashamed of it. Yes, I hate having to go digging through boxes when I want to find a particular book that is not on my shelves, but the fact that I own all of them and can get them and read them when I want (as well as lend books out when people swear they will keep said books in the condition I give them), I love that. I love owning books. I love being able to take a book off of my shelf and hold it and read it and not worry about returning it.* I also love that the books are physical, not digital. I get to see and feel and touch them. I can flip through the pages, have a book to carry around and show that, yes, I’m reading, not playing a game or looking up something on the internet.
*I love libraries too, and I love borrowing books. Especially when I’m not quite sure I’ll enjoy them or that they’re for me. But at the same time, I much prefer having my own personal library.
In conclusion, I am a book hoarder and proud of it!
However, I was very good and bought only one book at my library’s book sale on Saturday – a practically perfect hardcover copy of Louis Sachar’s Holes for 75 cents.
For photographic proof…
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