I have a confession to make. I have an addiction, an addiction that eats away at my meagre income constantly and I've been known to spend a week's salary at a time on it. What, you may ask, am I addicted to? Is it drugs? Is it alcohol? Is it gambling?
My addiction, the addiction that costs me so much, is books. I love books. I have at least 5 separate book collections and another two or so collections in their infancy. I pick up books whenever I see them. I used to work at a place where publishers dropped off uncorrected proofs and advanced reading copies and I usually took home 5 or 6 a week. I could also buy ex-library books for $1 at work. I must have bought at least 5 a month. I could also buy books on discount through work, the cost of which was automatically taken off my paycheque. Now I have to pay full price or at least get a friend still working there to order me a book.
Before I invested in 4 bookcases my books were everywhere. They took over the linen closet, they took over my dining room table, they took over numerous canvas bags. I currently have 330 books in my Library Thing catalogue (one is currently missing and it is tearing me apart, it's as if one of my children is missing...if I had any children to miss).