As anyone who knows me in real life will tell you, I have a lot of books. Even after several major purges, my bookshelves contain over 450 books. These are the friends that I cannot bear to be parted with, even for the wonderful cause of making room and $$ for more books. These are the books that stir me, that I fall into with unimaginable ease. These are the books that bring me to worlds of adventure, romance, thrills and comfort.
And yet I am book starved right now.
With Xmas just around the corner, my apparent inability to quit smoking, and some issues with the company I work for (the bastards) that have cut my paycheck to the bone, I just don't have the cash flow to be out on a book buying binge.
Nice alliteration, that.
Anyway. I have scoured the local thrift stores. Either the folks around here have seriously abysmal taste in books, or they are holding on to all the good ones. Grrrr. I want to surround myself with fresh reading material. Light, but not too light. Exciting without keeping me up at night with the terrors. Fun without being insipid. I want to explore new worlds and meet new characters. I want to be swept away to exotic places.
And I am finding nothing but crud.
So I am gonna whine a bit. Mr. Barefoot tells me to make a list, because Xmas is on the way. Ugh. He doesn't understand the importance of the actual book shopping experience. This is why I have trouble ordering from online book sources. I like to walk into big old bookstores with shelves too close together and books just crammed into the shelves. I love the smell of the books and the dust that inevitably goes with them. I adore the chairs that sit at the ends of the aisles, where you can page through your prospective purchases. I love the lines of colorful spines of books marching along as far as the eye can see.
You just can't get that from a list or an online book source.
I keep telling myself to just head my little self on down to the library and see what I can find there, but there is this huge problem with the local libraries. They want their books back.
See, I am not the kind of person that can give books up easily. Even if I don't like them all that much, getting rid of a book is guaranteed to make me want to read it again. So I don't often do it.
*sigh* Oh, well. Patience is still a virtue....at least some of the time. Soon the holidays will be over, and the last of the family birthdays (at least for a bit). Then I will run away to my favorite bookstore and gorge on the sights and smells of my beloved books. Until then, I will revisit some of the stories I haven't read in a while......
and whine a lot.