“Hello, my name is Melissa and I am obsessed with books.”
I know you’ve heard this from me at least once before, in fact I have admitted here on my blog, but I feel I must keep saying it as much as I can until it sinks in. For me, that is. Apparently, acceptance is not the first step to recovery, at least not in my case. I keep telling myself it’s not a bad obsession to have, my constant compulsion to buy books. However, as I sit here with a copy of the Simon & Schuster Summer Catalog I got from the NESCBWI conference a few weekends ago marked up with books I want to either buy, recommend for my book club or am just curious about, I feel something has got to be done. After all, this is just the first of many catalogs I picked up. Help me . . . please!
If my obsession is just in my head, tell me, because I would love to know that I am not crazy. I don’t think I am. I met many a writers at the conference who had the same look as I did when they entered the onsite book store, the “save me” look. In fact, I was one of the good ones who only walked away with $35 less in my bank account. Others spent much more. But that doesn’t stop me from constantly spending money at online book store at least once maybe twice a week. Or walking into Borders with their recent coupon in my hand (damn them and their coupons!). I have made a point of reserving books at Border using their online reservation. This way, I go in, get one book and walk out. It’s dangerous for me to browse.
However, right across the street is a Marshalls and a TJ Maxx. I have mentioned on this site, the secret book stacks at these stores always discounted 2-4 dollars cheaper. That’s when it gets ugly. Not that it’s ever pretty. In a few weeks, I will reach my one year anniversary at my job. For your one year, they give you a $100 American Express gift card. I’ve already got my Amazon shopping cart ready to go. Yup, I am crazy.
Help me out here. Either tell me I am not crazy or that I am not alone. Misery loves company, right? After all, someone needs to join me in the support group I’m going to have to create.
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