I’m very tempted to start this post with “I like big books and I cannot lie”. Just saying.
I read. A lot. Books have been a constant companion for me for … well, basically forever. I apparently started learning to read when I was 2, and I haven’t really stopped since. I have spent entire days of my life doing nothing other than reading. Hell, I read the first three A Series of Unfortunate Events books in one day when I was in high school. Granted, they’re not very big, but my point still stands. I like reading books, I like writing them, I like talking about them… there’s nothing about books that I don’t like. Well, except e-readers, but that’s a rant for a different day.
I’m also only working part time at the moment, which means I have a ton of time by myself with very little money. Where better to go than the local library? There is one in particular that’s about a 15 minute drive from my house, and it has been one of my favourite places to go ever since I was a kid. I don’t know what it is about it, aside from the obvious “free books! Why wouldn’t you like it?”, but it feels like a safe place to me. And yes, I realize how silly that sounds, but it’s true. I used to live within walking distance of it, and I would go there when I felt anxious or wanted to get away. And I was a very moody teenager, which means I’ve spent a lot of time there. Today, I went with a purpose. There was a particular self help book that I had put on hold and requested to have transferred to a library closer to my house and for whatever reason, they were taking their sweet time getting it sent over. So fuck it. I cancelled the hold (because with my luck, the moment I pulled into the parking lot of one library would be the moment that they decided to get the book onto their transfermobile and off to the other), and went to pick it up myself.
Spoiler alert, I didn’t get the book. Instead, I did what I always do in the library: I immediately saw a book they had on display and decided I wanted to read it, and then wandered around until I found eighteen more *slight exaggeration*. I then decided against getting the book I initially went for in the first place, because now I have all of these other books that are way more interesting and I know myself better than to think I’m actually going to read a self help book instead of fiction (and one sort of memoir). Also, I got Starbucks, because I am weak and obsessed with cascara lattes. What is willpower?
Anyway, I give you my mini library haul. I used to run a blog for book reviews, which involved following a lot of other book blogs who would always do things like this. I, being me, was always too lazy or would take a picture of my books and then forget to post it, or get frustrated because I could never get pictures to look as cool as the other bloggers can (seriously, what lights do they use!?). In keeping with the theme of doing what I want this year because I can, consider this post me popping my book-haul-showing-off cherry. Maybe I’ll even do a review or two for old times’ sake, because why not. Also, reviewing is fun and gives me an excuse to talk more about books. Did I mention that I like books?