Today is Tuesday, and normally I'd be posting some meme-related bookish post. But, I've decided to whip out a discussion post instead... One that you may in fact find interesting and maybe a bit... astonishing (and if not- totally boring).
Get this. I currently have one... two... three... no, sixteen books checked out from the library. Sixteen!!? And what's even worse, they're not even all from the same library.
It's because of this horrid habit that I've cost myself at least $100 in a span of two years... Resulting from forgetting to renew... failure to bring them back when I should... I've been telling myself for weeks now, Okay. Okay, Asher. Enough is enough. Take only three books at a time, and only when you finish all three may you go back for more.
I'm sure you know that expression that goes something like, look with your stomach not with your eyes. I've known it since people called me infant. That same piece of wisdom should be applied to my situation as well... It's a little unrealistic to expect myself to read more than ten books within the month when you consider school and responsibilities at home. Right?
But then, something happens. I walk into the library. And I see something like this:
And that new book smell is wafting in the air as I make my way over to the New in YA section. Something snaps. I think it's probably my control. That's when I start to look like this:
And I end up walking out the library, trying to refrain from being ashamed of my addiction, my obsession:
|Imagine instead of all that food, hordes of books!|
|My latest stash...|
Am I being greedy by taking so many books at one shot? Is the first step really admitting you have a problem? I've had this compulsive addiction for some time now, and no matter how I try to avoid it, the books keep calling me back. Should I be maintaining some self-control? Or should I just be like what the heck, you only get to live once, might as well enjoy/pick up as many as possible?
I mean, I also have to consider how this might affect the other important people in my life...
The people who help fuel my addiction don't seem to mind (aka my three seperate librarians) , since they generally look like this once I leave them:
My mom starts out like
(especially when she ends up having to pay the fines... it's not my fault that I never seem to have cash on hand when this happens...)
I've definitely got a find a way to curb my obsession. As well as manage some type of control, before I reach outstanding fees and fines and eventually get banned from my libraries altogether. What about you? Have you ever been prone to taking out a gazillion books out from your local library at a time?
How did you manage to break the habit and become... let's call it, a responsible, reasonable, realistic reader? (hehe... those were all r's) Seriously when is enough ever really enough? I mean, I've tried to stop. (Don't give me that look.) And I know I can't be the only one who is that weak.
One of you has to have the same problem, am I right? Right...? Oh, boy.
Thanks for reading! And happy blogging! Sayonara.