Compulsive hoarding is a problem, but until it becomes a problem, it’s a cheerful habit to engage in. Take me, for instance. Although I’m a one-book-read-at-a-time kind of gal, I’m a lots-of-books-contemplated-for-future-reading-all-at-once kind of hoarder.

This means that even as I settle on a single book to which I’m dedicate my attention, I’m continually scanning the horizons for other books that make interesting next reads. I read book reviews; I pull up summaries of books that my current book mentions; I download and read samples to other things that cross my purview. I visit library catalogs. I make a list.

Then I hit the stacks. I roam the libraries. I load up both arms with books that I’ve put on the list. I hum as I check them out of the library. I cart them home, lovingly placing them on my shelves in the order that they make the most sense as a collection, defying the Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication data as I go along.

As the days drift by, I drool over my little assembled collection. I pick them up, run my fingers along their edges, crack open their spines, flip through their pages, and contemplate which one will make the best next read. I still haven’t finished my last book, but I have shelves of library books at my disposal to choose from as soon as I do. In the meanwhile, I look for more books. I make a list.

This entry was posted in Books, Libraries and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

I think I'm getting addicted to comments. Please feed the addict & leave a reply.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s