…I did it again.
I allowed myself to step inside a small bookshop, inhale the mind-altering scent of paperback novels, browse excitedly while becoming high off of literature…and come home with three new books.
Surprisingly, I don’t feel guilty for spending money that should probably stay in my bank account. I love books so much that I feel justified in splurging every now and then. I think I deserve them with all the hard work I put into life. Plus, my main ambition is to build my own awesome personal library, so how else am I going to get there?
Here’s what I bought today:
The Book Thief — Markus Zusak
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest — Ken Kesey
Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close — Jonathan Safran Foer
You’ll be hearing more about these after I read and review them. I’m excited to read them all, but you’ll hear more about why once I publish a review.
Right now, I’m reading The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Hopefully I’ll be able to put a review of that one up later this week.
Here’s a question for my fellow bibliophiles:
How do you stop yourselves from buying the entire bookstore? Do you ever feel guilty for spending money on books? Do you have to set limits/allowances on how many books to buy?
Thanks for the input and, as always, thanks for stopping by =)