I bought books, I bought books, I am HAPPY!
So…I bought some books. And I got uber-excited. So I did a photo shoot. It was really fun. :)
This haul is dedicated to finishing up series. I got the last three books in The Maze Runner series by James Dashner, the last two books in the Uglies series by Scott Westerfield, and Four by Veronica Roth.
My dad was feeling really nice today for no reason, and he bought all of my books. :) Thank you, Daddy!
Yes, I call my father “Daddy.”
I also bought office supplies!
I was going to buy a mechanical pencil because my other one broke, and then this happened:
See? I DID buy what I went into that store for. :)
Today I’d like to discuss shopping. And not just any old shopping. Book shopping.*
*And office supply shopping. But that’s much too long.
When I walk into a book store, sometimes I know what I’m going to buy. Sometimes I don’t know what I’m going to buy. But, regardless, I’ll probably end up finding a billion books I “need” yet am unable to buy because:
a) my dad won’t let me get that many
b) I don’t have enough money
Even though I am aware of this, why does my body still seem to pretend as if that information was never given to me? I don’t know. But I think lots of bibliophiles experience this, so I think it needs to be noted.
I know I already have 600 books. I know there is a library. I know that I should wait for the paperback copy.* BUT I DON’T WANT TO. I WANT MORE AND MORE AND MORE. >:)
*But hardbacks are so much prettier and shinier. <3
This also happens to me with journals.
I have many many many many many notebooks/journals that are empty in my bedroom. Yet I buy more. It’s kind of an obsession…? I just cannot use a journal once part of it is filed. I either use it completely, or not at all.