Bookaholic’s Anonymous.
My name is Charis Dalgleish, and I have an addiction.
I’ve been living with my other half in his cupboard-sized studio flat for just over a month now. I have very little of my own possessions here, as there’s simply no room.
I have bookshelf withdrawal.
We went for a viewing on a house today (first ever!) and I walked back through town alone. Couldn’t help myself - I joined the library and took out Anne McCaffrey’s Dragon’s Fire and The Chronicles of Pern; First Fall, and James Barclay’s Shadowheart.
Then I spotted a Waterstone’s employee, which spurred me into taking a detour to the shop. Bearing in mind that there’s nothing but lonely moths in my purse at the moment, I walked in and, just so I’d have a valid reason to be there, pre-ordered Murakami’s 1Q84. I’m seriously looking forward to the release, but I’ll have to scrimp and save to actually purchase the trilogy.
On top of this, I’ve borrowed The End of Mr. Y by Scarlett Thomas from my mother, AND I’m in the midst of co-writing a Heroes-based roleplay with fellow Green-Flamers (voice-acting, film making, forum based geekery), and while this doesn’t take space it definitely takes time.
On one hand, I’m proud of my literature habit. On the other hand I’m a little worried about how I’m going to store my collection, even after the move, seeing as my library has hit 1000 by now and I have a lot of incomplete series to gather.
The first step to conquering an addiction is admitting you have a problem.
