“Hi, I am KikayReader, and I am a book buying addict.”
Yes, you read it right. BOOK BUYING ADDICT. Not a BOOK-A-HOLIC. To differentiate, a book-a-holic is a more accessible word for a bibiliophile. Someone who loves to read. Someone who can effortlessly finish a book or two (and sometimes 3) in one sitting. A book buying addict just purchases books faster than he/she has time to read them. Which is a perfect way of describing me. I get a thrill out of buying books and yet I hardly have the time to read even one.
Most times, I open a book only to discover that the pages have already started to yellow and emit a certain foul smell. Resulting in an almost endless chain of sneezing, watery eyes, a headache and blurred vision. Thus, the need and excitement to read the book is dramatically lessened. Not because I’m picky. But because it literally makes me sick.
Even with this knowledge, I still can’t stop myself from hoarding books. I still can’t stop myself from entering a bookstore every time I am at a mall. And somehow there’s the need to purchase a book. Leaving the bookstore empty-handed also leaves me with a feeling of emptiness. Just yesterday, I dropped by the mall to have some papers photo-copied. Close to the photocopying establishment is a Booksale. I was drawn to it just like metal filings to a magnet. I was telling myself there’s no harm in browsing while waiting for my photocopies to be done. Well, I came out with 4 hardbound books.
I’m sick i tell ya. Maybe it’s time somebody start a sort of AA for book buying addicts. I’m pretty sure I’ll be the first client.
Oh… And isn’t it just crazy that I even have the gall to start a blog? How will I even have the time to write when I don’t even have time to read. Haisht… This is insanity.
My new mantra should be: “I can make time”.