Going To My Happy Place
Today was kind of a crappy day. Details are unnecessary, but suffice it to say it was bleh for a number of reasons. So what did I do? Go to Barnes and Noble, buy two more books (sidenote: i just started poisonwood bible by barbara kingsolver and it is phenomenal) that I really don't have time to read, and got myself a dr. pepper/cherry slurpee. That alone can redeem almost any kind of day.
Whilst perusing the bookshelves, I realized I have a serious addiction. And along with this addiction comes a great paradox in my life. I work in a library. I love being surrounded by books. And I think the library is a wonderful and vastly under-appreciated place. However, outside of school, the library cannot serve my needs. I have tried in vain over the past few months to check out books for recreational reading...and failed miserably. And the one time I successfully finished a library book, I was very disappointed I had done so. I know this seems illogical, but I have my reasons. The main one being that I hate reading a book that I don't own. I can't underline my favorite lines or pull it out and re-read a key passage weeks later. And when the time comes for me to recommend it to someone else, I don't have a copy to lend. Aside from these clearly legitimate excuses, one of my lifelong dreams is to open a used bookstore. So I might as well start my collection now right? It's an investment for the future... at least that's what I tell myself when I get to the register and cringe as I swipe my card.
So, I will now go to my happy place where books can be underlined to my heart's content.