Thursday, 23 July 2015

Book Hoarding

When the title says book hoarding, I don't mean what you might think. Though there is some traditional book hoarding going on.

I buy books that I know I'm going to love and then I don't read them. They sit there for delayed gratification but some have been on my shelves for years, waiting for me.

For this reason, I'm not good with new authors. There are other reasons, but I don't try new books and new authors very often.  Though I do have three book shelves of books I reread and revisit at different, but regular, intervals.I have so many favorites that branching out goes against my inborn laziness. It's the same for new TV shows, different movie genres and even travel spots. I prefer the known.

I'm not sure what will ever entice me to read a book once it's been put in my 'later because I'll love it and need to devote proper time to it' pile. I know there are a few books I wish I could read again for the first time and somehow, I think these books will be those. And I'm afraid to read them for the first time because then they'll be eaten up and digested and I'll never get to do it again.

Funnily enough, I just had that experience again, not long ago. I read Ursula Le Guin's The Tombs of Atuan, unsuspectingly. I won't ever get to read it again for the first time but I'm so glad I did read it. I doubt I've learned my lesson though. I still have a Robin McKinley book I've been afraid to touch, which is clearly ridiculous.

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