It has come to my attention recently that I have a bit of a problem. A bit of a bookish, book buying problem. Um, yeah.
The thing about being home from university for the summer, and living in a tiny box room with your sister, is that space comes at a premium and after a few months of book buying you realise… wow, I have bought a lot of books.
I came back from university with a select 20 books. Please bear in mind I left a tonne of books at uni – my two shelves there are crammed, the extra bookcase I bought is full, two and a half boxes under my bed and on top of my wardrobe are full of books. Anyway, the point is I now have 52 books in my bedroom. That’s 32 more than what I came home with and I will undoubtedly have no where to put them once I go back to uni.
Do you see my problem now?
So I’m placing myself on a buying ban. Officially. From today until the 25th of December I will not buy another book. Well, okay, I will because I seriously do not have that level of self-restraint but there are going to be some rules:
- I may only buy a maximum of 10 new books between now and the end date
- Books that are part of my uni reading list do not count
- Wherever possible I will try and loan a book from the library instead of outright buying it, and will reserve buying for beloved books or new releases
This book ban is both to help me try and save space but to also save me some cold, hard cash whilst trying to shorten my physical TBR. I have so many great books I want to read on my shelves but they keep getting pushed further and further down the line in the name of more recent releases and/or purchases. So I’d really like to get to some of them sometime soon.
And the library – gosh, as a child I used to visit every week, sometimes more than that! I’ve stopped going to my local library because I can’t apply for a new card without paying off my overdue fines. I’ve accrued at least £12 of debt, probably more, and I have no idea why I don’t just hand over the money except they don’t seem bothered by it. They never write me any letters, at any rate. I joined the Nottingham City libraries last year and aim to visit them a lot more once I’m back in the city, to curb my bookish lust.
Oh reader, I never thought I’d be the kind of person who needed a book buying ban, and yet here we are. Wish me luck.