A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author. ~ G.K. Chesterton
In honor of National Book Lovers Day, I decided to take inventory of the number of books on my “To Be Read” bookshelves. Honestly, I was shocked by the total. My bookshelves are exploding with books. And I can’t ignore the stacks around the house that resemble the Leaning Tower of Pisa. After taking count, I’ve come to the conclusion, I’ve got a problem, I’m a book hoarder.
I’ve always loved to read. When I was in the third grade, I purchased my first book, Stuart Little, with my allowance. Even now, I can still picture the inside of the bookstore on that rainy Saturday evening. Once home, I got cozy with a blanket and devoured the book. So began a love that would last for decades.
The origin of National Book Lovers Day is generally unknown. There’s disagreement over the exact day. Some sites have it recorded as the first Saturday in November, but the majority says, August 9th. Being a true book lover, it doesn’t really matter, I love books every day.
Since e-readers hit the market, I swore, I would never own one. My love of paper books couldn’t be replaced by an electronic device. I love to hold a book in my hands, feel the page turn and smell the newness. I’m eating my words now, two weeks ago my Kindle arrived by UPS and I love it.
I love to read at night, so it’s perfect. The best thing about my Kindle is, after counting all of my unread paper books, which topped out at 243, I can hide my addiction on this small handheld device. Technology is wonderful.
Does anyone else have a book hoarding addiction?