No one can really stop me. Unless I run out of funds. 😳
I’ve lost control, though.
I’ve been running low on room. When you only have one room for your items to go in, but you have a growing library that doesn’t ever stop growing…
Yes, I’m talking about books. 🥺
My most recent trip (last night) was to Mardel, again.
The bargain books killed me.
“Cleanup on aisle 2 of bargain books, a girl in her 20s has fallen on a pile of books and can’t get up.”
This didn’t really happen, but I did come out of Mardel with 8 books I don’t really have room for.
WHY ARE YOU THE WAY YOU ARE?
I have a lot of audacity to think that I would ever stop buying books, especially when I find authors I love.
What did I buy, you might be asking.
I would preferably like to read all of these books in the next week or so for you to know in my blog post about the books I read in February, but seeing as how that’s not possible without me going on a retreat to the mountains and sitting in a treehouse all alone with no distractions or care in the world…
I’m reading far slower than my ability to buy books. If I could slow down (I can’t), my life would be so much more tubular.
Honestly, I could slow down. I could stop. If I truly allowed self control to take over instead of this desire for books…
I do need to stop. Confession. I do not have room.
I’ve gotten rid of a few books, some teen fiction I wasn’t a fan of. They’re still in my room, but separated far away, I just haven’t taken them for donation seeing as no one else wants them either.
The struggles continue.
Thanks for reading and I’m sure you’ll be back one day to read about my other bookworm struggles when they make themselves known.