I'm addicted
...to buying books.
And it's not because I'm some smart bookworm who likes to read all the time. No, no. Not even close. I honestly don't remember when my love for clicking the add-this-book-to-your-cart button started (most likely toward the end of my Junior year in college). I just know that, now, I have an affinity with Amazon.com's amazingly cheap books--not to mention the awesome student discounts which include reduced shipping rates. I bought 8 books tonight for approximately 45 bucks. The topics range from Christian theology to marriage and family therapy (both very hot topics in my head right now).
For those wondering, I have three very good reasons for why I am buying books even though I don't yet have a job: 1) I just got some delayed birthday money from the grandparents. So of course I'm going to put good 'ole Benjamin to use. 2) With the job search still not resulting in any successes, I'd like to be as productive as possible during the day. Since I'm no longer enrolled in school I figure reading might be a great substitute. I never did enough of it as a child, so I guess you could say I'm playing catch up. 3) Let's be honest, I'm a total nerd in the fact that I feel giddy when I'm on Amazon.com and I look over at all the sidebars of recommended literature and see all the awesome books I could read someday. Not to mention, I have this picture of my future home where there is a room filled with paperback books, and my children love going to the "library" where they read and study and discuss various topics to their heart's content (by the way, I have no idea where that dream came from...). Also, I honestly feel a lot of satisfaction when someone asks me a question and I can answer it in reference to a book or talk or podcast I've recently studied.
Of course, my addiction for buying books might just be my subconscious secretly bloating my ego, the part of me that wants to someday be a renowned scholar--a knower of many things, if you will (as you can see from my accelerated word choice I'm clearly making leaps and bounds in the field of scholarship). Then again, you know what they say about compulsive behavior: it's really just a cover up for what's happening underneath. Perhaps I'm struggling with the fact that I'm an unemployed college grad who is still unsure of her next move. Wait, that's not a perhaps. That's just true. Hmm...food for thought.
Anyway, there's my confession. I'm a compulsive buyer of books. And like any addict I go through my phases of soberness and not so much....soberness, like tonight. (This all makes me wonder what kind of old lady I'll be. Cats have never been my style, so I guess I'll just be the crazy book lady who barks at kids texting on their phones instead of reading something...nahhh!).
...to buying books.
And it's not because I'm some smart bookworm who likes to read all the time. No, no. Not even close. I honestly don't remember when my love for clicking the add-this-book-to-your-cart button started (most likely toward the end of my Junior year in college). I just know that, now, I have an affinity with Amazon.com's amazingly cheap books--not to mention the awesome student discounts which include reduced shipping rates. I bought 8 books tonight for approximately 45 bucks. The topics range from Christian theology to marriage and family therapy (both very hot topics in my head right now).
For those wondering, I have three very good reasons for why I am buying books even though I don't yet have a job: 1) I just got some delayed birthday money from the grandparents. So of course I'm going to put good 'ole Benjamin to use. 2) With the job search still not resulting in any successes, I'd like to be as productive as possible during the day. Since I'm no longer enrolled in school I figure reading might be a great substitute. I never did enough of it as a child, so I guess you could say I'm playing catch up. 3) Let's be honest, I'm a total nerd in the fact that I feel giddy when I'm on Amazon.com and I look over at all the sidebars of recommended literature and see all the awesome books I could read someday. Not to mention, I have this picture of my future home where there is a room filled with paperback books, and my children love going to the "library" where they read and study and discuss various topics to their heart's content (by the way, I have no idea where that dream came from...). Also, I honestly feel a lot of satisfaction when someone asks me a question and I can answer it in reference to a book or talk or podcast I've recently studied.
Of course, my addiction for buying books might just be my subconscious secretly bloating my ego, the part of me that wants to someday be a renowned scholar--a knower of many things, if you will (as you can see from my accelerated word choice I'm clearly making leaps and bounds in the field of scholarship). Then again, you know what they say about compulsive behavior: it's really just a cover up for what's happening underneath. Perhaps I'm struggling with the fact that I'm an unemployed college grad who is still unsure of her next move. Wait, that's not a perhaps. That's just true. Hmm...food for thought.
Anyway, there's my confession. I'm a compulsive buyer of books. And like any addict I go through my phases of soberness and not so much....soberness, like tonight. (This all makes me wonder what kind of old lady I'll be. Cats have never been my style, so I guess I'll just be the crazy book lady who barks at kids texting on their phones instead of reading something...nahhh!).
