Monday, October 3, 2011

Oh the Humanity: The Horror of the Self-Imposed Book-Buying Ban

 This is my to-be-read pile:

And I am currently in a self-imposed book-buying ban until I finish all of them.

This is painful and I need some virtual sympathy; I had a feeling you'd understand.

I don't want to be on a book-buying ban. I hear about books every day that I'd like to pick up. I once told a friend of mine that I've basically never left a bookshop without at least buying two books.

Which means that I now can't enter bookshops. This is the equivalent of banning a caffeine addict from Starbucks. Or Gilderoy Lockhart from talking about himself. I feel like I have the literary shakes.

But I have to be strong and curb the spending just a little, at least for the next month or so. I suppose I should take heart in the fact that I have some pretty exciting reads headed my way.

At the same time,  I would be remiss if I didn't mention that one of the things I love most about books is that--as long as I live--I will never run out of ones I want to read. There will always be amazing, inspiring, wonderful stories out there to discover. I find that comforting.

Just maybe not right now.

On the bright side though, while torturing myself by visiting online bookstores, I discovered that The Mapmaker and the Ghost is now listed on IndieBound and Books-A-Million. Hooray! (And, no, self, I did not buy anything during said visits. Always so suspicious!)


  1. I envy the organized stack of your to-read pile. Mine is spread throughout my bookshelf, lurking in every corner and glaring at me resentfully. Even just compiling the books I own and should've read by now would be a daunting task. Maybe over the holidays I can cut a swath through 'em.

  2. Sarah, I absolutely had to collect them from the various spots in my bookshelves to take this photo. :-)