One girl reading

Anyone who knows me will know me as a reader and if you don't then the book tucked into my handbag and my excitement upon entering a bookshop should give me away. As with any avid reader my lust for books ebbs and flows depending on what else is going on with my life. My high point reading wise was during my time in the book shop when I had free reign over hundreds of books as they came in to the store and I read voraciously during that time. It has fallen off a little since I left because indulging my reading habit to the fullest extent would probably leave me unable to pay my rent. I also have the mitigating factors of my high stress job where I work many hours often leaving me too tired or marshmallowey brained to delve into a book of any worth,

In the last few months my reading habits have changed a little. I am working my way back up to my usual speed of reading and slowly picking up the quality again after a few months of low brow crime and shamelessly bad chick lit. The picture you see above is what my to be read pile looks like when they are piled up. I don't normally stack my books so precariously but  I felt it had more visual impact like that. The reason I have accumulated so many is that I have started to buy them when the opportunity allows and yet sometimes I am not in the humour to read anything there so I have to go out in search of other reading material. I also have the good fortune to have a sister who is similarly afflicted and gives me a stack of books every few weeks.

You would have to love books as I do to know how excited I feel looking at this towering pile and I feel the simultaneous desire to disappear into my bed for a few weeks and not emerge until all of these books have been read but to also stretch it out for as long as possible so I am not once again searching desperately for something that can fill the gap in me that only a good book can. I can't bear the panic of nothing left to read, even if I am wholly aware it is a first world problem.

This year for my birthday, well technically it was the day before, I treated myself to three brand new books and it made me feel fizzy with happiness. I have not bought new books in quite a while as the speed at which I read often makes it difficult to justify the price tag. And as I sat in a bar on St Patrick's day clutching my Dubray bag I thought to myself that this is a far better use of my money but I don't know is this a sign of adulthood or book addiction.

On the weekend of my birthday my sister gave me a book as part of my present as well as a bag of books she had just finished reading and I got so excited by it all that I even bought another two. Now of course the weekend has come to an end and I heading back to adult life and responsibilities. When I do need to escape I have a whole stack of books that can take me to other places. I am but one girl reading. 





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