So I’ve realized I have a problem. A big problem… A book buying problem.
Here’s the issue: I work across the street from a Barnes and Noble.
Let that sink in for a moment…
I promise that until a couple months ago I never went in there. But then they closed down the Panera I sat in for lunch. And I had no other option (well no option that I liked) other than to go and sit in Barnes and Noble for lunch every day.
It… Is not going well. Because to get to the second-floor cafe I have to pass books. So many books. So many beautiful books… And I have to pick them up. Just to look at their beautiful covers… Glance at their dust jackets… Sniff their pages (when no one is looking).
Honestly, most days I consider myself a valiant hero traversing the perils of bookstores. I usually don’t buy books. But “usually” means less when I’m there five days a week…
I also have a subscription to Audible. I have a long commute (each way at least an hour) and the time goes much faster when I can listen to an audiobook. Usually, I listen to about 2-3 books per month depending on how long each one is. But last month… On Prime Day. Well, it was really a good deal. That’s all I’m going to say.
And really, what’s the deal with Amazon and their stupid one-click button? My husband should change our Amazon password and not tell me what it is… Because last week, when I finished my audiobook I needed the next two books in the series and the button was there. It was so easy.
You know that Harry Potter quote where Dumbledore talks about choosing between what is right and what is easy?
Well, when it comes to buying books… I always choose what is easy.
(Also, as a writer, I believe it’s my duty to support bookstores and authors. So really, my habit is altruistic.)
I also have the unfortunate problem of believing that if a book costs less than $10 it doesn’t count as spending money. I’ve literally said to Tyler “Look! This one is only $8! it doesn’t even count!”
I feel kind of ashamed. But in a triumphant I’m-not-going-to-stop kind of way. So I’m not sure if what I’m feeling is actually shame…
I’ll let you guys figure it out.
My book problem does mean that I’ve been reading lots of beautiful, beautiful books lately. Let me tell you about them.
I’ve just finished:
Seven Sisters (This was the series that I needed the next two in) -Lucinda Riley. Riley is a solid writer who blends past and present in a fun, and intriguing way. Plus, I love any story involving sisters (I have four…).
The Changeling -Victor LaValle. A truly breathtaking work. Incredible writing. Incredible story. The kind of book you’re afraid of putting down because you’re desperate to find out how it ends.
The Watchmaker of Filigree Street -Natasha Pulley. Highly recommend. A gorgeous blending of Dickensonian England with a steampunk/magical realism style. Also, a clockwork octopus called Katsu. I want him!
Storm Sister (The second in the Seven Sisters series) -Lucinda Riley.
The Tea Girl of Hummingbird Lane (Audiobook) -Lisa See.
Anne of Windy Poplars -L.M. Montgomery. (I’m pretty much always reading an “Anne” book, so I’m not sure this counts…)
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone -J.K. Rowling (Putting her name here feels redundant… If you don’t know who wrote Harry Potter… well…). Also, not sure this counts because Tyler is reading it to me before bed and I always fall asleep after about one page. Not because I don’t love it, but because Harry Potter is comforting for me and I like drifting off listening to it.
I think it’s pretty obvious that I have a problem… But I’m going to keep recklessly buying books anyway.
Won’t you join me? If everyone bought books at the rate I do, we could save the publishing industry by lunchtime.
P.S. In between writing this post and editing it… I bought another book.