I love to read interesting books. I find more life in books than life in my life. So when I go to a bookstore I don’t like to leave empty handed. In fact, I have these amazing excuses that seem to work perfectly…”hmm…that’s a nice book, I know who would like it…*inserts friend’s name*” just like that,I buy it and that friend need not know about it. When I read a good book, I want everyone around me to read it, I like to believe I have very good taste in books (and music but that’s for another day).
Am not exactly selfish with my books, I enjoy sharing them but make no mistake, one dog ear on it’s return and I will be back at the store getting a newer copy of the same book!
I have all these books sitting on my bedside table, and if they could talk, I am sure they would have insults lined up for me. Why buy them if am going to take only years to read them? Not reading them immediately doesn’t stop me from getting more.
So it’s almost time to go home, and I look at the pile of books my friends and I have accumulated over such a short period of time and my biggest worry is “I need to find a way to get my books home before I pack my phone charger”.
Books take me to a different place, they get me high up in the skies.
If you love to read, share your list of favourite books with me and maybe we can start our own little book club.