So, yesterday these arrived through the post, which I am quite excited about. “Wow, new books!” I hear you think with a massive dose of sarcasm, rolling your eyes. Yes, that’s right. New books. But I think that firstly, I should explain my relationship with books…

I have had a great love affair with books from a very early age, possibly ever since my parent caught me leafing through a catalogue whilst sat on the potty at 2 years-old. I am an avid reader, which surprises a lot of people, who don’t think I’m “the reading type.” Whatever that is! But people do generally tend to misinterpret me a lot of the time, which is another story…

Anyway, me and books. When I was a kid, I read voraciously, mainly pony stories as I was one of those horse-mad kids from a family who unfortunately couldn’t afford to pay for regular riding lessons. So I lived vicariously through stories… Eventually, this wasn’t enough, and I moved onto my mum’s books – Danielle Steel, Catherine Cookson, James Herbert, that kind of thing. I think I read my first James Herbert novel at 9 years-old (The Rats), and adored it. Very soon, having exhausted the local library of pony and animal stories, I moved onto the adult fiction section and scoured the shelves for horror stories. This was before the days of the YA novel, I might add, so there was no bridge between children’s and adults books, apart from the likes of Judy Blume, and I’d read all of them! This is when I discovered Stephen King, Ramsay Campbell, Graham Masterton, and Peter James, and loved them all.

So as you can probably guess, the library is one of my favourite places to be. However, there is another place that I do prefer. The bookshop.

Not only do I love to read, but I also just love books. I love the sight of them, the feel of them, the smell of them.. yes, I sniff the pages of books. It is an addiction, and as addictions go, I think it’s pretty tame, so don’t judge me! The smell of a new paperback is orgasmic. Okay, maybe that is going a little too far, but I did warn you about my relationship with books. 

I own a fair amount of books. I think some people would say, a stupid amount. I have a bookcase in my living room, I have them on the French dresser in the kitchen. They are stacked up on the landing, in my son’s cupboards, and an entire top shelf in my wardrobe is lined with skyscrapers of books. There are even boxes full in my mum’s loft. Did I mention, I love books. I love to read them, I love to smell them, I love to acquire them. And I hoard them, like a squirrel with nuts. At the moment, I have a huge To Be Read pile, yet I still insist on regularly visiting the library, and online shopping at Amazon. Soon, I will run out of room to store them sensibly, and they will begin to pile up in every area of my home. 

I know that I should part with at least some of them, as I will probably never read certain novels again. But I am quite possessive of my property. Also, I am quite proud of my collection.

As far as addictions go, I think mine is veering on the sensible side. It isn’t as if I smoke incessantly, or crave illicit drugs. I love books, and that’s hardly going to kill me, is it? 

Well, unless my collection topples over onto me one day and suffocates me!


12 thoughts on “Bookworm

  1. True Cancerian..holding on tightly to our special possessions, including our books. I can relate as I also love each one of mine as if they were each a special home is full of little gifts acquired over a lifetime and each holds a memory of that person. I could never let them go, despite how cluttered its getting!

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    1. Yes, we are true hoarders. I was especially bad when I was younger. I hoarded everything: birthday and Christmas cards, posters, paper bags, all kinds of mementoes. These days, my Sag moon kicks in and I am trying to be a little more relaxed about my hoarding. I couldn’t give up my books though. 😊

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      1. Haha, in my closet you will find all the cards I exchanged with my husband over the last 32 years, I should let them go after looking at them one more time! Not to mention my memory box with stuff from as far back as my early dating years! So many wonderful memories! My Aquarian moon keeps me a little quirky too!!

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      2. That’s lovely. My previous relationships hold no particularly special memories for me. Once I’ve moved on, I’ve moved on. I find this a little odd about myself, as I have no sentimentality when it comes to ex partners!

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      1. I aree. I also worked in a Metaphysical bookstore that had crystals and crystal jewelry for sale as well. Every day I would choose a book to skim, in between customers and wear one of their jewelry pieces while there. I loved that little job!

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