Nerd Mom Diaries

Books For Days

Let’s talk about books. I have a bit of a problem as you can see in this picture. Okay, it’s not a problem. A person can never have enough books.

I am one of those people that no matter how many books I have, I will always buy more. Bargain books? Check. Full price books? Check. Used books? Check. E-books? Check. Even audio books. I just cannot help myself when it comes to books.

When I was a kid, I wanted to be a librarian. That was my goal for my life. My friends and I, when we were 10, we dabbled in being librarians. We actually had an old card catalog system that we got when the local library went digital. We made ourselves library cards, kept a record of who took what book out, and proceeded to loan each other books for about a year before we moved on to being interested in other things. Those were some of my fondest memories of my childhood. The simple times when reading was my favorite way to escape the turmoil of my home life.

As I grew older, I realized several things about this time in my life. It really helped to shape me into the book hoarder that I am. My love of reading was one of the things keeping me sane. I had some really awesome childhood friends. I am also 157% sure that my time as a child librarian is one of the reasons I turned into such an awkward person. As the seasons change, and the years move on, I realize that my love of books is the one constant thing in my life. People have come and gone and most have let me down in one way or another. But books, they have NEVER let me down.

Books make me happy. The fresh book smell, and even the old book smell bring the happiest memories to life. The joy of brining home new books and adding them one by one to my shelf, stacking them in weird ways, is one of my favorite feelings. It’s like Tetris, in the best way. I really do get a rush when I find a new stack of books.

I have read my favorite books more times than I can count, and I will continue to do this until I can’t. I always let go of books I don’t love and won’t read again, because let’s face it, I need room for new books. Eventually I will just need another bookshelf. But the moral of this story, is as follows: I will always buy more books. Always.

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