Goodness, I love the feel of new books. I love the smooth binding, the crisp, fresh off the printer smell, the silky pages and how easily they flip under your fingertips…
Walking around a bookstore gives me a high, a sense of wonderment unlike any other. I can’t help it, can’t stop walking down each aisle, even if I would never purchase a book out of that section.
Hello, my name is Nicole, and I’m a book-aholic.
Seriously. I am. There are three shelves in my home office with books piled high, in somewhat alphabetic order. I’ve got twenty or so I still haven’t read…but I keep buying more!
The shiny covers, the eye-catching designs – products of years, endless hours of author’s toiling. Every part of the bookstores draw me in. Don’t get me wrong, I love used bookstores and all the treasures you find there. But there is simply nothing that compares to the neatly arranged shelves of a Barnes and Noble or Borders.
Sure, I enjoy shoe shopping and certainly purse shopping, but nothing quite competes with a bookstore. If I’m having a down week, I just go to browse and maybe snatch an inexpensive book or two.
I’m sure there’s no real cure for my obsession, but it is healthy, in a way. Every time I go, I imagine seeing my own name or my close writer friends’ names on those shelves and I feel the inspiration and the motivation to keep plugging along.
So what do you think? Is there a store or particular setting that just gets your heart fluttering? Or am I hopelessly alone in this addiction?