I have received most of the books for my Christmas giveaways, and I want to keep them all to myself! I won’t, of course, but some of them look really good. I keep glancing through Planet of the Apes, wondering if I should read it. It looks like a fun and easy novel. (It’s in first person, BTW). Then there’s Drowning Boy, which seems kind of odd, but interesting. I would love to read Falling in Love With Natassia, and I’ve never read Don DeLillo, so I’d like to keep his novel as well. Drats! It’s not like I even need these books! I have so many unexplored novels lying around that my little house is bursting at the seams.
I’m afraid I must blame my current book situation on YOU, my fellow bookish bloggers!
You’ve created a monster here! That’s right, chartroose has become a slavering, covetous, greedy bookaholic who keeps adding more and more books to her towering TBR pile(s) because one (or several) of YOU have recommended that I read them! And that’s not the worst of it! I still want more, even though I know I’ll never be able to read everything I want to before I die. I could live to be as old as Methuselah and still have a 500 novel wish list. I think this is a form of mental illness. Call it what you will: bookaholism, logophilia, tomescence™, bibloiphilia or just plain old book addiction–I’ve got it bad, and I don’t think there’s a cure for it.
Oh well, I guess there are worse things to be addicted to. At least bibliophilia doesn’t cause cirrhosis or crabs or anything like that. Book addicts don’t have many reading-induced ailments except for things like failing eyesight and expanding derrieres and paper cuts. Sometimes, bookaholism can annoy your spouse, but, then, practically anything can annoy your spouse at one time or another, so it’s really no big deal at all.
There, now I feel better! I’m still going to blame all of you for my disability, though, because that’s the American way. From now on, my mantra will change. I used to say: “I never met a man I couldn’t blame.” Now, it will be replaced with “I never met a blogger I couldn’t blame.” This seems more logical, doesn’t it?