Wednesday, June 14, 2017
Confessions of an addicted book buyer
This morning, while I thought I was strong enough to resist the temptations in a used bookstore, I fell off the wagon. As an old fool who has long been addicted to book buying, I confess to going into the store with my wife, and then -- before you could say, "Will that be cash or charge?" -- I bought a bag-full of used books and contributed too many of my dollars to the bookstore owner. So, even though I have in the past made and broken all sorts of promises about my reading plans in this blog, I am audacious and obnoxious enough to make one more semi-serious promise to you: Hey, you never know but what I might be discussing a wide variety of books here in the future.
Stay tuned for the possibility of those "reviews," discussions, and postings. Moreover, I have a feeling that I will be returning to that bookstore. Help! I need an intervention!
However, now that you're here, you might as well make your confession: tell me about your book addiction. I cannot offer absolution, but I can offer you these comforting words: misery loves company. So tell me about your book addiction miseries. I'm listening.